Over twenty years ago we chose a location to raise our children, meaning we purchased a home. We chose an established neighborhood with towering trees. Dirt Man and I both grew up in the country so the thing we missed most (other than family) was land with trees. As soon as we drove into this neighborhood it felt like going home. We knew this was where we would live out our days in the city.
Originally our yard contained sixteen trees. The largest was precariously close to the rear of the house and leaned directly over our children’s bedrooms. This made me quite uneasy whenever the wind picked up. Within a few years of moving in,it was hit by lightening so we had it removed along with two others in the back yard. A smaller tree in the front yard died a couple of years ago.
We are now left with twelve trees in our yard. I admit I don’t sleep well during hurricanes or terrible storms, but otherwise I adore the trees. I like sitting beneath them for shade. I like smelling the scent of pine. I enjoy watching the squirrels scurry up and down the trunks and shaking the limbs. I listen to the birds singing from their nests high in the branches. I can’t say I’ve ever climbed any of these trees, but my boys climbed them when they were young.
At one time, all the streets of the subdivision were lined with trees, predominately pines. Little by little, they’ve disappeared. I suppose due to the possibility of collateral damage, the homeowners have opted to have them removed. This saddens me beyond belief. The character of our neighborhood has changed. It is losing its woodsy appeal. If it continues, we’ll soon be like any other neighborhood in the city. I miss my little country in the middle of the city.
Friday two of my neighbors had their trees cut down. The process continued throughout Saturday. Yes, they started up bright and early (8:00 am) on Saturday morning…so much for sleeping in! Though the shaking of the house from falling trees might be over, I guess I’ll still be hearing chain saws, trucks, and working men for a few more days.
I’m guessing these trees are well over sixty years old though I didn’t count the rings. I wanted to count them, but instead I took some pictures. For now I plan to continue to enjoy sitting in my yard surrounded by my tall pines. When the wind blows I’ll listen to the trees singing to my heart.
Living in the Gap
January 2, 2012 – Fluctuation of temperature
This morning I walked outside with my morning coffee. The cobblestone chilled the bottoms of my bare feet while the sun heated the tops. Both my coffee and the dog’s breath steamed into cool morning air. I sat down on the cool wood of the picnic table and soaked in the warmth of the sun’s rays. Both the cold and heat felt good against my skin and in my soul.