Siberian Iris, my all-time favorite for spring. |
A blur of springtime activity has sprung on Flat Top. Most
important, everything’s green! Two days ago, I woke up and it was as if someone
had popped open an umbrella of a million leaves overhead. Gorgeous. And we’ve been graced with
baptisia, iris and hardy geranium blooms, and my favorite: new plumes of
needles on all of the conifers! Love me some conifers …
The former maple 5 feet from our cabin. I have an art project planned for that stump. |
Mason woke up with a burst of energy that same day, and we
launched into the last tree harvest for the season. We saved the hardest, or at
least the most nerve-racking, for last: a 65-foot maple that was leaning over
the cabin.
But first the 70-foot pine tree blocking its path to the
ground had to go. And the pine’s first limb was way, way up there. So
Mason tried to slingshot a golfball, tied to a “Twisted Mason Line,” aka
string, over that lowest limb. But it wasn’t powerful enough to launch the
ball high enough, so he just went with his manly brute strength: He flung it up
there; it took a few throws (maybe 11). We use the string to tie to a stronger rope, which attaches to a steel cable, and then the Jeep
(used to be the truck, but she died last month) puts tension on the cable, so that -- hopefully -- the tree falls away from the house.(They did.)
Before lunch, we had the pine down and cut up. By dinner
time, the maple was down and sectioned, too. Phew. Several trees are still within striking
distance of the cabin, but at least they aren’t leaning toward the place. And
so ends the Winter 2016/17 firewood harvest.
Things are also hopping in the vegetable garden, with spinach,
lettuce and arugula already on the dinner table. Each day starts with a list
of my garden chores; I rarely get to all of them. One recent task was planting
a ton of annual flower seeds, the frugal gardener’s best friend. Zinnias and
cosmos, make my summer!
My pal Terry gave me all these irises. Above them is my wisteria. |
I've got columbine coming out of my ears. |
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