A few weeks ago we had a heavy rain followed by a quick freeze and snowstorm (all in an eight hour period) resulting in a lot of broken branches and the halfway demolition of this sugar maple in our yard.Sad, sad, sad. . .
I am a softy. I love old farm trees lining the sides if country roads, sap for syrup, shade in the August heat. So, yes, the dying of our old maples hurts. This is the second falling of a major bough this year and I am already planning on a replanting in spring of trees along the road. It is my only consolation.
Sunday, also known as "the day before the boy swallowed the coin", was wet and chilly. We all bundled up after a big pancake breakfast and headed out of doors, Papa with his chain saws and wee ones with their mittens and hoods.
Most of the tree is stacked now and piled to dry for next years firewood. It seems the long day of dampness and work was a bit too much for our peanuts who were getting over colds. We are now hunkered down with quilts and tea and echinacea and good, long movies while the flu runs it's course. Hopefully that course bypasses me! I'm off to the library to restock the movie supply.
Have a peaceful night,