Those of you familiar with our house know we've enjoyed the presence of a majestic fir tree in our front yard, home to an entire ecosystem of birds, raccoons, squirrels, bugs, hawks and goodness knows what else. And we've loved that tree. Sure, we lose sleep every year when the wicked winds hit around November. But we've had it checked periodically by the pros who have always reassured us that the tree is safe and has many years left.
Well, as of yesterday, our gorgeous seventy year old, one hundred and five foot fir came down. What an event. People came crawling out of their houses in awe. And appreciation. For, as it turns out, this massive tree was ready to come down on her own, and we, well, we helped make that happen without any damage or injuries.
When we had our unexpected and fierce wind storm a few days ago, I looked out our front window to check on our tree. And much to my nauseating surprise, the tree was swaying from its very base - not good - and the ground was literally undulating directly below it - so not good.
So in three short hours, a tree that took seventy or so years to grow came down. And while we're actually pretty sad about it in this house, we're also really grateful that nothing tragic happened and, most importantly in a house that contains a very thoughtful and Mama Earth-centric three year old, we're really happy that all the critters that nested in our tree have plenty of time to rebuild their homes before they have their babies this Spring. And Stella is already helping us research what kind of tree(s) we will plant in our "new" front yard. It looks like apples are on our horizon...
Well, as of yesterday, our gorgeous seventy year old, one hundred and five foot fir came down. What an event. People came crawling out of their houses in awe. And appreciation. For, as it turns out, this massive tree was ready to come down on her own, and we, well, we helped make that happen without any damage or injuries.
When we had our unexpected and fierce wind storm a few days ago, I looked out our front window to check on our tree. And much to my nauseating surprise, the tree was swaying from its very base - not good - and the ground was literally undulating directly below it - so not good.
So in three short hours, a tree that took seventy or so years to grow came down. And while we're actually pretty sad about it in this house, we're also really grateful that nothing tragic happened and, most importantly in a house that contains a very thoughtful and Mama Earth-centric three year old, we're really happy that all the critters that nested in our tree have plenty of time to rebuild their homes before they have their babies this Spring. And Stella is already helping us research what kind of tree(s) we will plant in our "new" front yard. It looks like apples are on our horizon...
(Anyone who guesses where this post's title comes from earns my highest respect.)
4 comments:
I'm guessing the "happy trees" television painting guy.
And I'm partial to japanese maples if Stella goes a plantin.
xo
Special Agent Dale Cooper will have to help me find your house because I wont recognize it without that tree! What a sight.
Ooh, Alex beat me to it!
Did you save a piece of the tree to carry around in your arms like the Log Lady?
coffee and doughnuts! Good times.
We had to take down 5--yes 5--elm trees on our property. We are now completely exposed to the desert sun, but that's preferable to everyone in the neighborhood being safe and sound. They were 90% dead when they were cut. Of course their root system didn't know that...blasted roots!
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