Let’s back up. Years ago, I picked up some cuttings off a friends tree. (We wanted TREES in our new yard!) We planted this sticks in the front yard and they started growing quickly. We soon realized that they were going to be too big for the front yard areas we had set aside for trees.
So we dug them up as best we could and replanted them in the back yard. Oh to have shade on hot summer days!
These trees were GREAT! They grew fast and created a respite from the summer heat. I loved hearing the rustle of the leaves on windy days. If you can’t have the sound of the ocean at hand, the sound of leaves quaking in the wind is an acceptable alternative.
But . . . there started to be offshoots that we’d try to cut back. And then all the little trees that popped up in the nearby lawn. And then they traveled to the front lawn. *sigh* It was time for them to go.
The question became how do we do this? These giants were on a hillside without much room to maneuver. I checked around on the internet. The answer was copper nails. When I went to the store to hunt some down, I provided untold amusement to the fellow I asked for directions. He gave me different advice.
Paul ignored it all and did his own thing! The things that man can do with a table saw and a dull ax are amazing!
only a few broken fence boards. .
One down, one to go. . .
Now all that is left is to kill the stumps, handle the spouts that are still around, harvest the wood and figure out what we are going to do with our landscape.
I miss these trees.
Trees
By Joyce Kilmer
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
"Trees" was originally published in Trees and Other Poems. Joyce Kilmer. New York: George H. Doran Company, 1914.
