May 12th, 2015
|08:51 am - Time and Trees: Post #2|
So... I am ambivalent about trees.
As a daughter of the prairies, I very much love vistas of rolling grassland, where trees hide in the hollows and the horizon stretches out forever. The Flint Hills of Kansas? Yes, please.
(When I was young, my parents went on a trip to visit family in the Northeast. Upon their return I asked my mother if she enjoyed the different landscapes there. She said, slightly frowning, "Yes, but I felt kind of claustrophobic sometimes. Too many trees, not enough sky." I know now exactly what she meant.)
Besides loving that kind of vista, I also have a bit of large-tree fear. My small subtropical town (as I've said before) is thick with huge water oaks at the end of their life cycles: in fact, just last week an enormous branch snapped off one of the old oaks at the park down the street. This morning Master Danger and I walked past city workers from the tree department meditatively feeding the branch to the gaping maw of a chipper. I've had to do thousands and thousands of dollars of tree work in my backyard to remove nearly dead oaks. They are precarious, dangerous giants to me.
But I love shady spaces. I crave them, especially when
the Eye of Sauron the sun beats down in the horrifically long summer here. It's been brutally hot already this year -- hottest April on record -- and I want shade, damn it.
So when the landscape designer came last week and surveyed the small patch of ground he'll be transforming for me (as the first in a four-year plan), he tilted his head, considering, and then said, "So, would you like a small tree? No aggressive root systems like an oak, since the driveway's right here, but it'd provide shade for that part of the house and for all this concrete--"
"YES," I said, cutting him off. "LET'S DO THAT."
It'll take a while for whatever tree he chooses to settle in, to provide that shade. I gladly dedicate the time.
Cheers to all, and may you have sun or shade as you please today.
Wishes you the right tree.
I'm crossing my fingers. This designer seems like he knows what he's doing. :)
Cheers! Happy day!
|Date:||May 12th, 2015 03:49 pm (UTC)|| |
Cooling shade in the heat is wonderful.
I still miss the large hawthorn tree that stood in my parents' front garden. It fell down 10 years ago (fortunately doing no damage as it was a well-mannered tree) but the house looks wrong without it, particularly at this time of year when it would be in full blossom.
Hugs to you and Master Danger if he will accept them.
I love the vision your words evoke of the large hawthorn tree, but I am sorry it fell, nevertheless.
Hugs hugs, K! Master Danger deigns to send an open-mouthed smile your way.
In spite of their dangers, I love trees, even the ones that might fall on me at any minute (but I grew up playing house in the giant roots of live oaks, with their acorns as cups for my tea parties). But having lived in the west too, I can really understand the love of open skies.
Roots, however...wish your treeman had been there to advise me against planting a red maple in my yard 30 years ago. I might have saved thousands and thousands of dollars in plumbing bills. Please let us know what you decide to plant!
And hope it grows quickly and keeps you cool for many years.
I do think about trees' well-known destruction of plumbing, too! But I'll hope this is a better-mannered tree. :)
Cheers, shade, and sea breezes for you today!
|Date:||May 12th, 2015 05:34 pm (UTC)|| |
So happy at the prospect! :)
Cheers and hugs to you today!
I had the exact same feeling as your mom when we visited friends out east...way too many trees and hills. I always breathed a little easier when we were on the top of one of the hills and I could see all around me. Downside is it's always windy :)
Wind is something one learns to live with in the West! :) When I moved to the subtropics, in fact, the lack of wind (except during thunderstorms and hurricanes) actually bothered me. I'm more used to stillness now, but it's still a small ache.
Hugs for your day!
A small tree sounds good!
I cross my fingers. :)
Cheers and hugs today!
And out here in the Southwest, we live in bowls, surrounded by mountains at all times (Barb, Arizona Native, was appalled by the vastness of the prairies!) - we move from one valley to the next.
But trees! Oh, lovely trees! Desert trees like to hunker down close to the ground to provide their shade, and man cuts off those bottom branches to make them stand tall like eastern trees -- which makes them that much more dangerous. It's always the trimmed up desert trees that snap off in the monsoon winds. But... they still look pretty, even so!
Hugs to you and Master Danger!
Tucson at least had *some* horizon, for which I was thankful when I lived there. :)
I do love desert trees, although my preferred desert is the Chihuahua rather than the Sonora. And as with the prairies and tree-filled hollows or riverbeds, I love walking by a desert stream and seeing the trees clinging to that moisture.
Cheers and hugs to you!
I am a tree person. E. is a beach person, my sister is a garden person, but I'm trees.
I am a garden person and a prairie person, mostly. Despite where I live, I am not a beach person (possibly because of my dislike of the sun -- it might be different in the Pacific Northwest).
[EDITED TO ADD: And I am also a Chihuahua and Sonora Desert person, but not so much Mojave.]
So interesting to see all this human variety!
Edited at 2015-05-14 12:44 pm (UTC)