Same Yellow Tree….taken on Saturday, November 15. Same vantage point, view out the window of my office room. Then scroll down to see what three days and a brief, but mighty windstorm did to the neighborhood:
I spent most of three days watching the clearing of a 1.8 acre lot which I sold recently. The operation was both sad and fascinating. The company that did this work was efficient, the crews worked magnificently together, and the huge trees fell precisely as intended…where they had stood for a hundred years. (All photos are my own.)
The last apple tree, my house in the background.
The last apple tree, facing Southeast.
There goes the last tree after it was cut down, on its way to the chipper.
Here is the Eastern corner while some trees on the tree line are still standing.
Man in red shirt in bucket…others working on downed branches.
Tree top down.
Chainsaw dangling from top of crane; dragging tree top to chipper. The yellow machine is a stump digger, operates by remote control. The white building is the church. The clump of ornamental grass in the foreground is on the very edge of the property, so far spared by the operation.
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Cleared field, the last apple tree standing.
There goes the last tree after it was cut down, on its way to the chipper.
Here is the Eastern corner while some trees on the tree line are still standing.
These were healthy old growing trees.
Excellent team work and organization.
Chainsaw hanging down; big log being lowered by chain; branch on way to chipper.
This is way the edge looked before the pathway was created. The red ribbons marked the approximate location of the property pin.
Tri-corner section.
Dusty landing… exactly where it was headed.
The last tree on the tree line, moments before it came down.
The closing date is near, and soon most of these blooming trees in the photos will be gone forever. Not all…the part being sold is about 1.7 acres, but the remaining six or so acres will remain family property. Here are a few of the phots I took the other day when Sister (my calico house cat) and I took a walk to the back, where the highway fence marks the edge of our land. Thanks for tagging along!
Here are two trees I trimmed to create a base for a trellis; will train the clematis (behind the plastic trellis) to move over. The obligatory cats are Peggy and Dottie.
Here’s the huge, homely evergreen tree that I had originally planned to remove entirely, but decided to trim it as shown. (I admit that it did manage to mask the unattractiveness behind.)
This new haircut for the nut tree was unplanned; originally the top was slated to be cut off. I like the “umbrella” effect. The purpose here was to control the excessive shade that was affecting my hibiscus. The big maple in the middle of the photo is on the other side of the yard, had its beginning as a volunteer in a pot.
This is the maple tree, showing the branch that was not easily reachable with the ladder. I like it this way. This originally started as a volunteer, so persistent that I finally braided it, and now I’ll just see where it wants to go.
A helicopter, I think maybe the Sheriff, looking around or coming into the airport.
My gardening is about as haphazard as my housekeeping. Plants and trees just sort of fend for themselves, and left to their own devices they never cease to amaze me. Years ago, when I first built this house, planted assorted trees and other plants….not counting the volunteers in my notorious “tree garden.” One of the prettiest of my flowering varieties, with marvelous pink flowers, kept pace with another ornamental tree nearby…until we had an especially cold winter about five years ago which froze out and killed quite a lot of specimen in this area. Although it has been apparent that this tree was indeed defunct, what with its growth covering of lichen. The branches literally disintegrated to the point where many were removed by the wind itself.
Ever the optimist, last year I determined that among the miscellaneous plant life growing in the vicinity, several shoots were thought to be trees, but their species was quite unknown to me, and could be one of numerous trees in the near neighborhood. So I let the people that wield weed-wappers and chainsaws, and such, in the area…that these weed-appearing growths are to be left alone. The tree itself kept developing lichen, and chunks of it kept falling off…I could push the whole thing over if so inclined.
This morning my daughter (who lives next door) and I went for a walk around the place and I pointed out the tree, and its new growth. The bark of the tree has reminded me of cherry tree bark, and the shoots were developing thickness enough to see that the bark was the same. As my eye traveled up the tree…there were three pink flowers…which I recognized as being related to the tree in question, and a closer look found two more blossoms further down the branches.
I of course ran in the house to grab my camera. My first shots were badly over exposed, with the sun high up behind the blossoms, so that the sky was bright and drowned out the delicate pink color. Each blossom is about an inch in diameter.
New Growth in front, next to the original tree.
Tree covered with lichen and moss. New growth behind.
A long shot toward the North, the barn and Tree Garden on the left rear, the subject tree with the blossoms hanging from a new growth branch…the original tree to the right.
Friday was beautiful…75 degrees F. On Saturday the cold and snow came in! The photos may serve as reminders of the Summer of 2016. (as of November 18-19, 2016)
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Thoughts of the pressed madman/pressed by burden of self truth/ atlast he howls prior death/ his howl mated with a nightingle's coo/ and a poetry is born
