Posted in home, life on November 28, 2007|
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The picture of the trees for this blog is taken from the deck of this house when Bruce was test driving his new digital camera last summer. That reminded me of the tree saga here.
When we moved here in 1984 from the wilds of Northwestern Kansas we left a house and property that had three — yes, count ’em – three — trees. One provided shade for our house, one for the backyard and one for our neighbor’s house. I always resented that we had to share one third of our rather scant shade with the Becks. They could get their own shade, thank you very much.
However, here it was the exact opposite. Trees here, there and everywhere. They were mostly pine but they, as evergreens, were fragrant and gave us all this lovely pine straw and pine cones. People in the Midwest would pay perfectly good money for those. We were rich! I felt like I was in Colorado and it took at least a month before I stopped feeling like we were in a vacation house in the foothills of the Rockies. One day, while Dale was waiting on a phone call, he stepped outside and counted 60 trees on our one third acre property. I never questioned that number. It seemed quite reasonable.
Storms were cause for alarm as the pines would swing and sway in the wind. I thought for sure they would fall on the house and smash it to smithereens. However, none of the neighbors seemed worried and the house had been left standing for a good many years. Other than raining pine straw and pines cones and a few dead branches, we survived. No huge limbs came crashing though the roof. The trees would just dance.
The first autumn came. Since we still had two able bodied sons at home, we rounded them up and raked up pine straw in the lower yard. We soon had a big pile. Dale, without a word, reached in his pocket, pulled out his matches and tossed a lit one on the pile. Swoosh! Our first encounter with the volatility of pine resin was scary. Especially since the pile was about ten feet from the gas meter to the house. Silly Midwesterners from the semi-treeless plains, we hadn’t even racked a fire break around the huge pile. We grabbed our racks and pulled the flaming fluff away from the meter. When the flames died out, we trudged back to the house and never again thought we needed to rid the entire yard of pine straw. It could go in piles in a corner, under a bush, around the base of a tree, in the back of someone’s pickup. Wherever. Any further burning was carefully controlled in a small pile in the back with a dirt circle around it. We learned our lesson. We adapted.
Four years ago I had six pine trees removed to make room for the new 300 foot driveway. I even had the huge, messy oak taken down as it was going to interfere with the blessed new driveway that was long overdue. I barely missed them. Last year we had two big pines removed that were very dead and too near the house. The dogwood by the deck succumbed to old age last summer. On the other hand, Bruce found a new magnolia sapling down by the street. There are still lots of saplings in the back lot. We’ve planted a ginko in the back. We always have lots of kindling for the fireplace. We burn those “expensive” cones. We add pine logs to the hardwood we burn as part of winter fires. There is still an abundance. The earth provides.
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