I love trees. And when we moved here, there were none except for a mighty few. So we planted trees. Lots of trees. Everywhere. Thirty years ago they were just little twigs. Today, they are monsters . . . especially the one planted right beside the house. A Bradford. With giant limbs stretching across our… Continue reading When a Tree Becomes a Monster
So, my plan was to help Buck pick up all the limbs in the yard . . . lots and lots of limbs. Big limbs. Little limbs. Way too many limbs for a young person, let alone a shriveled up bag of bones. After thirty minutes of bending and stooping and sweat burning my eyes,… Continue reading Life is Tough. It’s Tougher if You’re Old . . .
We thought it would be cool to line both sides of our driveway with Bradford Pears. They’re beautiful, right? And fast growing and create lots of shade, too. When we moved here thirty-plus years ago, it was a fairly new development. Farm land, to be exact. Hilly and treeless except for a few cedar trees… Continue reading Why I Don’t Like Bradford Pear Trees