Yesterday afternoon this maple trunk was at a forty five degree angle. I pointed it out to J in relation to how its length seemed to suggest it might fall on the roof. We agreed somebody would have to come and take it down ASAP. I edited a late-night post I made on my other blog just 20 minutes earlier so I could provide an on-the-scene account of what I heard and saw as the trunk came down.
I did that as means of trying to calm myself enough to keep from waking J. It was raining at the time and I'd gone out to make sure the side of the house and/or roof wasn't damaged. But i was still anxious (especially about the Mary statue since I knew the house was okay) and did wake him in order to report I almost had to wake you up because of a complete disaster. Told him to go to sleep but instead he got up and grabbed a flashlight before his shoes. It was raining harder by the time we both had our shoes and were back outside so he could see things for myself.
many many choruses of oh my god. we are so lucky later ... we agreed this would be project number one for the morning.
The trunk was joined to three others. The decay area is about ten feet long. It will take awhile to get in there and evaluate the structural shifts and structure, period of the remaining three trunked tree.
Partway through the morning I got a text from J who was outside. I was on the dreaming couch in the studio with T who felt his legs stable enough to climb all the extra stairs for the first time in months. Took a short intermission from our two-water-signs-let-it-all-hang-out conversation because I didn't understand J's text and wanted to see what was happening.
Virgo deconstruction capability has amazed me in the past and will undoubtedly go right on gobsmacking me in the future.
especially notable to me is how all the stripped-off branches are in piles of the same size, shape, and height. Mary is fine and was not impaled within the squishy mud. We've found her relevant nearby digs for whatever interim is involved with getting the main trunk dealt with. Meanwhile, no mowing of the front lawn. The place where J got our power saw is taking repairs but they have a 2 week turnaround window. So figure 3 or 4. The situation is a work in progress.
Without the fourth trunk serving to corral the out of control forsythia one can see just how deeply out of control it really is. Even those of us (side eye) who valued the privacy over the look of how that privacy was attained. Now J fully agrees with me that it looks just awful and way too much. There is MUCH too much cover for ground critters to thrive and multiply as well. And all ensuing high jinks but on the other hand privacy is always directly relevant. Especially since many humans 'of' the road continue to walk up and down our hill as a way of life. Only the pandemic walkers have receded. What's interesting is that it means more people are walking now. The ones who avoided the extra walking population can now resume their former walking schedules with confidence there won't be any extra humans.
I felt Jim's work and timely spotless removal of all debris demanded I step up - especially once T moved on to a friend's afternoon barbecue. I went out and sawed and hacked and stood, crouched, and then finally thought sitting down might be better - there on the rocks of the wall. Told J later he would have had cat fits if he could have seen which is why I cleared away all the easy stuff on my own while he was in the pool. He replied that I obviously had to be watched.
And that's the point. I got the overall point of focus cleared of what I could [relatively]competently remove and then I stopped. Should have stopped 20 minutes sooner for my cardio-vascular system's comfort zone. Will make a note and scale back my midday gardening expectations. Now there will be direct sunlight until early evening when we'll be doing different things on our today list.
The next round of trimming to be done involves thicker branches. Forsythia bark is incredibly slippery. In the thick branches I really need the pruning saw with the deeper and more varied teeth that's gone walkabout. But J has more strength and a few extra saws I generally forget about because I nearly always have a collapsible version in my back pocket. Do not authentically need - but do very much want - a proper tool belt to carry this and also both pruning shears and harvesting snips. Spray bottle with properly diluted neem oil. etc. I do have a cloth variation that's super awesome for herbal micro-harvesting because it has layered pockets and I intuitively designed it for this dedicated purpose. So don't like to get it dirty and pulled out of shape. maybe I'll fashion something else entirely from the denim remnant bundle.
Will enjoy getting this particular property pruning clean-up detail done and dusted! Specifically because that modest patch of ground will be more open and in line with the look and vibe of the place when we first arrived. And also generating better air circulation for the remaining maple trunks.
Went out a second time about two hours later because simply scanning a minute and a half of news headlines on my phone prompted an unquenchable need to pull a vast number of those weeds surrounding the lion. Only not where the lion is - across the dooryard from the fallen trees beneath rhodies. Am thinking now of talking to J about deterrant features such as stone mulch. From pieces we've dug from the ground in the field. load them into his truck in the field, drive around and unload. Place stones between the areas where escaped ferns have settled as a gift from original landscaped portions of the space between dooryard and road.
Even in the rainy dark when sleep would have been preferable I could see the design choice opportunities this situation has provided. Wasn't on the dance card by any means but neither was almost everything else we've worked on/with so far this calendar year.
It's not absurdly hot and there's an ongoing breeze but the air quality's hella bad and that always jacks up the 'feels like' temperature. Have been so preoccupied with the tree that I haven't performed my iffy and yet viable precipitation measurement. It did rain and rain for quite awhile after the tree fell. I stayed awake in part just to listen. Did some smoothing and shaping of a writerly nature and made a few lists of how to organize my explosion of ideas of how I might organize all my various writing topics so there's more obviously a tapestry of coherence and inter-relationship involved.
sometimes at this time of year the main internalized value of blogging on the regular is to have visual evidence to give myself of what I accomplish and how commenters respond to those accomplishments. Otherwise I'm stuck in my head with my remaining self-nagging hungry ghosts. All I didn't do rather than all that I did. It is boring. I shut it all the way down in myself whenever I'm capable.
Maybe ... hungry ghosts wouldn't starve and tear at us so much if they had a designated spirit dwelling that was Their own space???
the meadowsweet colony is rising to full flower-power. That process has been greatly boosted by last night's drenching. Everything felt as happy as it gets in today's world just to stand and tell each fkiwer stalk how beautiful it was on its own and blended together in concert with all the other flower heads.
Had to work really hard to keep from shadowing much of this lovely blossoming in progress. The colony started as three stalks in a gallon pot in '13 or '14. Waited two following seasons for a single flower. Always hoped for a patch. pollinators. go. insane. They are drunken delirious throughout the flowering and it's a fabulous thing to watch for awhile during the days of this all too brief peak.