Lucky you. I was going to write something political (I did, in fact) but after mulling it over for a day, I decided that whatever I have to say isn't original, you've probably already heard it from somebody else and frankly, aren't we all just worn out from it all? So I deleted it.
Instead I'll show you a fun thing we've done in the last twenty-four hours.
|Our back yard - note the wheelbarrow Beloved has allowed me to use|
as a flower planter. It's Marigolds this year. Last summer it was Petunias.
Meet our new Weeping Willow tree (slightly off center in the photo). We bought her yesterday and Beloved planted her late this afternoon in the 92-degree heat -- we just wanted to get the task done! I have nicknamed her "Cry Baby." (weeping, cry -- you get it, don't you?)
I wanted the kind of Willow tree where the branches reach up, heavenward. We had one of those in our last house and when the wind would kick up, the branches would move and sway and it reminded me of the song that says "the trees of the field will clap their hands" taken from Isaiah 55:12
You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountain and the hills will
burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.
Oh, what a beautiful sight that was until one night when we had a late spring snow storm (not unusual here along the Front Range of the Rocky Mountains). Heavy snow and strong winds fell our wonderful tree during the darkness of night.
We were completely unaware of the tragedy in our back yard as we slept snug in our quilt-covered bed. But the next morning when Beloved looked outside, he could hardly believe his eyes. The beautiful Willow with a good, strong trunk, had snapped in two, a fatal blow, to be sure.
Heartbroken, we called a man to come clean up the mess and we thwarted all attempts of the roots to grow us another tree.
Well, that was several years ago and we have since then moved to another town and have been busy planting new trees. We have a low spot in a back corner of our yard that always has water just underneath the landscape rocks. It's the perfect place for a water-slurping Willow.
We tried to find another "praise Willow" but couldn't. So we got Cry Baby and she will be fine. She will still blow in the wind so gracefully, but her branches will bend downward instead of up.
So, that's my story. Nothing political, just sort of nostalgic with a bit of whimsey.