For readers of this blog who I don't regularly chat with, and there are a few, I recently sold my home. It was the family home since the late 1950s and it had become too much for me to handle both physically and financially. The new owner is a very nice person and has been very thoughtful in his approach to assessing everything that needs to be done once I move out.
Given the nice weather we're presently experiencing, though, he decided that it would be a good couple of days to cut down dead trees and overgrown areas on the property. So, the air has been filled with the brrrrrrrrrrrt of well-tuned chainsaws, with clearing of growth that won't be going green come springtime.
The difference is stark. It looks practically naked out in the front yard, which is mostly hill, anyway. There was a time when I would have missed having that lushness come summertime. The last couple of years, though, not so much.
I asked the new owner to leave two things for a while yet. One is a mulberry tree which is as old, if not older, than I am. I watched it grow from a bush as a child to where it now towers over the street. I don't want to be present when they take it down. He agreed to that request, in part because it does tower over the street and no matter which way it might fall, it will take out wires. It's likely going to have to be professionally taken down.
The other request I made was for something much smaller. There is a bush of unknown species which grows just outside the south window of my main room. Both my mother and I used to watch it come into leaf in March. It was a harbinger of spring, starting early because of its location and restarting its green coat about the same time my crocuses and snowdrops were in bloom. It will likely get cut back later on. But for the time being, I just want to enjoy it one more time.
Only 28 days until spring.
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