So Sad

The three trees in March 2007.
















So, with not enough paint to effect the kind of magic-wand change I was hankering for yesterday, I went outside to whip up a batch of Vitamin D. That led me to observe the state of my yard and garden. Which led me to the sad discovery that the three trees that had escaped the wind storm and the ice storm with no damage whatsoever were DEAD. So dead that one of them pulled out by the roots. I noticed that these were looking poorly last summer when they started to loose their leaves, but I don't really know what they are and I was hoping they would bounce back. I don't know what happened to them, but all three of them just inexplicably croaked.

I need you to understand though, the comedy of me cutting these trees down all by myself with a bow saw and a hack saw, a hammer and chisel, and the sweat of my girly brow. Just because one came out by the roots, don't think that removing the other two was a simple job. And I may have mis-estimated the size of the largest one, which is going to need a little trim before I can drag it past the air conditioner...but that will have to wait for a day when my arms aren't like sticks of butter...or if the chain-saw fairy arrives. Picture the most comedic moment with me rocking the largest tree loose, ripping a hole in my sleeve, wiping my forehead with a leather glove, that I realized too late, I wore while picking up dog poop out of the yard.

My jeans fit better today, though. And that's all I'm after, really.