Tidbits.

It’s ironic that we ended up on a street where this happens…

Probably no one else would really notice, or care.
But, as many of you may know, my husband has a background as a utility arborist. In our early days together, when he first started in the arborist business, he would point out all of the trees that were pruned for the power lines, and comment about the pruning job that was done. So we are both conditioned to look at these “situations” and ours could not be more prominent. All along my cute little country road, there are trees that have been butchered for years so they would be clear of the utility lines. Big, beautiful trees, are hacked right down the middle! Poor trees. I really do feel for them. They have to look at the other trees around them and think about all of the potential they could have reached, if not for just the very spot their seed was dropped.

sidenote: this is a life metaphor, and if you ask any of my Soroptimist friends, they know I can go on with metaphors about life and trees forever! My “logo” for the two years I served as president was a tree- and all of my speeches tied into the theme.

 

Anyway, if we could just go ahead and move all those lines underground now, that would be fantastic- it would also fix the big black lines running straight across my view 🙂

Take a look at the chop job on our oak tree over the well house- an embarrassing haircut for so many years– I think it’s a wonder it’s still standing!