…the leaves by hundreds came.
The chestnuts ,oaks and maples,and leaves of every name
This is my favorite grade school poem by George Cooper, officially titled October’s Party. But there’s only one problem. None of the chestnuts, oaks and maples have turned color yet here.Damn humidity and global warming.
I love Gerber daisies. I tried them this year. I am sad.
According to a neighbor here, they can’t have a lot of direct sun. There are trees down here, but nothing close to the house. I tried to move the Gerbers so they’d be in partial shade through part of the day. I think that the heat has played havoc with them though, much to my disappointment. I have a few blooms still going.
Will I try next year? Probably, but again they’d have to in pots. I will be doing some research to handle them better next year, so I won’t be looking at three pots of Gerber leaves.
My girls gently woke me this morning: one with her pants, and the other with her paws.
I respect leaky plumbing…lol
As Jim is the one they normally would go to, I figured it was my turn to get them out.
It is a breezy late evening, with a wind blowing through the trees. I have a beautiful
Japanese Maple in the front of the house, and even in the darkness, the color of the
leaves are brilliant.I think it is one of the reasons my father liked this house.
When we get down to the new house we’ll have a front lawn to landscape.As we both are
lovers of trees, I am sure that they will a major part of the front lawn. We often
drive in the area and take in what we like and don’t care for in front of other
homes.Ideally, I hope to convey the same sense of quiet and color that I get on this
A piece of it will surely reflect my folks influence on my gardening tastes:of that,
you can be sure.
In light of the new construction of Undisclosed II, I have found out that a lot of the insurance companies are pulling away from homeowners insurance if the is a tree too close to the house. If it is because of the location of the area, sometimes prone to nor’easter,storms,or hurricanes, well, you can kind of see where the insurance companies are coming from.
In the meanwhile,the trees in the area are starting to dwindle.We are in a somewhat forested area, and little by little, the trees seem to be disappearing.Granted,a lot of folks trim their trees, hoping that it would help.It does to a point.If you were to walk one mile in either direction of our house, you could see the beginning of the end of the trees.
A few people are actually trying to replant,albeit a way from their home. But it’s not quite not the same.The area is known for being in the migratory path of birds during spring and fall.Taking their tree homes away gives them nowhere to nest. If there are no trees, you might as well be in the city, surrounded by concrete.
That is why I am still mourning the trees the new owners of our old house took down.A green carpet of trees helps maintain the green cycle in an area. How sad to see no respect for the environment.
Here’s hoping folks wise up!
I’ve had a lot of loss in my life, as I am sure most people do.
Maybe less than some, or more than others, I don’t know.
That’s how I have been feeling with moving like a nomad from
tent to tent.
The house I grew up in ended up sinking when an uncapped water
main,due to a strike, washed away the foundation.From what my parents
and I had experienced, I always said it took 10 years off all our lives.
So I had to move.
I moved on my own for four years, since I never had the dorm experience
my brothers had.My parents were dismayed, but I told them,er, promised
them when one of them got sick, I’d move back to take care of them.
My father got sick.
Dad passed away and I lived there taking care of Mom until I got
married in 2002.
I married Jim and we moved into a three-story Victorian house on the
edge of Fairmount Park.We were surrounded by trees on our walkway,
and Jim planted his trees over the years.
The house was sold a month ago.
Jim told me yesterday that they took a good deal of the trees in
the front of the house away.It was like someone stuck a knife in my heart,
because it will always be MY/OUR house, I know, I know-new folks
tweak the house the way they like it. It still hurts.
In the meantime, we are camping out in my parents deteriorating house,
which is owned by me and my 2 brothers.So we are living in one floor.
It’s the house that I saw both my parents pass away in.
Sometimes I really hate my life.I just wish there’d be a gain in it
once in a while.
I am down here in my little slice of heaven,aka”Undisclosed location”.
With shady trees,dog walking wasn’t too bad, and walking with my friend for our four mile walk,was a treat with the bay breeze. Shingleman is busy puttering about the house….all is good !