Our little new maple is finally starting to clue in to the weather and change colours.
I should explain, if you’re wondering what on earth I’m talking about, that we planted a new tree in our yard when we had to take down an ash tree. I named her Hope and I’ve been keeping a careful eye on her. She seems to have taken to our yard, looking quite happy and green in her spot. But it did worry me when all around her the other trees were quickly changing colour in response to the drop in temperature but Hope was blissfully continuing with her green hue. Maybe our little Hope needed some remedial help in tree education or something.
I was really happy to finally detect changes in her leaves a couple of days ago. Phew!
Let me back up. A few weeks ago, we had company over and they noticed a tiny, hair-like crack in our ceiling. We all laughed with confidence and continued our conversation thinking the crack would go away somehow.
Not only has the crack not gone away, it has visibly grown over time and now it has invited a friend.
My hubby was certain this crack was nothing to worry about. I wasn’t so sure and, when I started to see through the crack, I freaked out and called a structural engineer.
They’re coming tomorrow. I won’t mention how much it costs just to get these people in the door but I know what job I want in my next life.
Obviously, an update post is coming. The akitas in particular are super worried.
There was an ugly, black one that came out of nowhere (they all do. Where on earth are they?). I screamed. Looked around for my protective furry doggies (who only opened one eye before going back to sleep) and I sucked it into the vacuum!
Now the vacuum doesn’t kill it. It has a compartment that you empty when it’s full and it was in there, running around with all its legs. So I was able to take the entire thing outside and release my unwanted house guest.
This was today. The tree in question was too close to the hydro lines and it had to come down. Believe it or not, there’s a man inside that orange bucket and he has a chainsaw.
The Chipper shredding
The men came armed with the truck, chainsaws and brought friends who had ‘The Chipper’. This latest machine was like something out of a Stephen King book. It was a massive yellow thing that ate thick branches of wood and shredded everything in seconds. The teeth and noise it made made me shudder in horror for quite some time. Once shredded, the tree became mulch.
Oblivious to my horror, the workers would shove the branches in, pushing at bits when they got stuck in the machine. When their hands would disappear in the massive maw, I couldn’t help but flinch. They saw my expression and laughed.
This was today’s lunch. It’s hummus on toast with slices of every veggie I could find in the fridge. I had beets, tomatoes, peppers and cucumbers…
Then, River comes over begging for a bit of cucumber. I tried to explain to him that he’s a carnivore, I tried bribing him with another more doggie-friendly treat but there was no reasoning with his fluffiness. It had to be cucumber and it had to be now.
I never thought of my dogs as mental giants, but shouldn’t they know what to eat? How do I instill a healthy dislike for vegetables in them?
I love trees. The bigger and greener, the better. One of the best aspects of living in the country is being surrounded by them and seeing them everywhere you look. I find them so peaceful and beautiful.
I was born in Europe and, even though I didn’t know any different, I remember mourning the sad little trees that they have there. They’re these tiny things barely alive in a jungle of concrete. It’s so sad.
Then we arrived in Canada and I was in heaven. The trees here are majestic, massive things that reach up to the sky and fill the landscape. Wild and powerful, they’re everywhere you look. And the maples are some of the most amazing of them all.
Maybe I was a squirrel in a past life. Who knows.
Now a couple of days ago we had to cut down one of our trees because it was dying. It was sad to see it go. When it was cut, I counted the rings on it and found it was around 50 years old.
It’s sad that it died. So I was delighted when my hubby agreed to plant another.
It’s a maple.
It’s not that old, just about 5, so it’s just a baby. But I’m so happy with it. We can see it from the house and it’s just beautiful.