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Over 90 days ago
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I think the horses need feeding Rick.. better get that hay spread.. I'll cover for ya'..
Sorry Anna.. your stay was memorable but short.. I shall endeavor to carry on for you.
Until both of us are in the ground
Until the earth stops spinning 'round
Until a hammer pounds a silent sound
You are the most precious thing I've ever found.
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I'm torn between having a 50+ year old oak chopped down or risking another year of it in the rain and wind..


Tough choice to make, Larry. Is there any way to cut branches to make it less vulnerable, so you can keep it? If it goes down in rain and wind, would there be collateral damage, such as your house or car being crushed?

Oak trees are pretty impressive.



Sadly, it is a split trunk. Two huge trunks growing out of one. Wood boring beetles have weakened it and when it does fall it will cover the house and a good portion of the neighbors property. It's over 70 feet tall and a 50 foot dripline. There are nine squirrel nests and several more bird. Plus we have a raccoon that loves to climb it at night. So many things to consider.



A massive old Acacia Abyssinia tree grew in the garden, on the edge of a sirikwa hole (large holes made by the homesteads of the Sirikwa, an ethnic group that disappeared around the 18th century). The stories that tree could have told... Weddings, memorial services, christenings, lunch parties, and of course, the day to day activities of many children... so much had happened under that tree. Over the years, the huge branches became home to countless birds, the hammerkops had a permanent home, looking like it was built by a drunk, their droppings killing any grass that tried to grow underneath. The hornbills, parrots and love birds all had their holes, as did a colony of bees that worked themselves into a frenzy when the tree was flowering. Orchids, mosses and ferns also called the tree home. Genet cats hid in it by day and leopards visited it by night, marking their territory and leaving scars with their claws. A troop of colobus monkeys, along with the badly behaved vervets, would regularly stop by to feast on seed pods and insects.
The branches spread a good 20m out from the trunk on all sides and it could be seen from several kilometres away, lording over its surroundings. Over time, the weight of the branches had caused the trunk to start splitting, a couple of branches had had to be cut off and lighting struck it once. At some point, someone braced the trunk with three 4" wide metal bands, bolted together, like necklaces, and several of the branches supported by posts and a metal cable. As the tree came to the end of its life, there was great debate on what to do about it. Nobody wanted to cut it but, like you, there was the danger and damage it would cause, should it come down by itself. The Sirikwa hole had always acted as a bit of a catchment area during the rains, washing down all the animal and bird droppings and providing a constant source of nutrients and water for the tree to thrive on.
After a couple of drought years the tree was struggling, then the rain started, flooding the parched earth, causing many trees already weak roots to fail and for them topple as a result. The Sirikwa hole turned into a small wetland that was a wonderful playground for children, dogs and the many frogs that performed raucously every night. Alas, it was too much water for the old tree and the soil was too waterlogged, and he too, toppled over, into the hole and still lies there, his branches still home to many and a whole new playground for the two and four legged creatures that still delight in the old, dead trees continued role in the circle of life.


Dear me... what started as a sentence to commiserate about losing a wonderful old tree has turned into a short story!


A wonderful story. I agree with Rebs and Gypsy.. it deserves a greater audience and you should post it in the musing section..
I shall sleep very much in the manner of a sloth.
All hairy with claws, mouth covered in froth.
Then I remember it was something I read,
This silly poem is because of something Andrew said!!
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I'm torn between having a 50+ year old oak chopped down or risking another year of it in the rain and wind..


Tough choice to make, Larry. Is there any way to cut branches to make it less vulnerable, so you can keep it? If it goes down in rain and wind, would there be collateral damage, such as your house or car being crushed?

Oak trees are pretty impressive.



Sadly, it is a split trunk. Two huge trunks growing out of one. Wood boring beetles have weakened it and when it does fall it will cover the house and a good portion of the neighbors property. It's over 70 feet tall and a 50 foot dripline. There are nine squirrel nests and several more bird. Plus we have a raccoon that loves to climb it at night. So many things to consider.
I'm torn between having a 50+ year old oak chopped down or risking another year of it in the rain and wind..
Has now become endless
Nights rendering time irrelevant
Sleepless thoughts becoming sludge
Until daylight peeks between hanging cloth
OK AD.. that's enough about me.. let's talk about you.. what do you think about me?
To live for the moment, before the decline.
Such as drinking beer instead of wine.
Or eating pie made of Key lime.
Shutting off the alarm before it is time.
Or getting drunk and walking the line.
Driving too fast because you missed a sign.
I'm tired now, it's time to recline.
Absolutely would. What's your favorite flavor? I love strawberry Jello with pears.
Can we share other body parts?
Are we talking ears or elbows or knees?
I just want to know where to start
Oh won't you tell me please?

A heart is such a vulnerable thing
Sharing that would be very special
Love can make a heart sing
But also be a private hell.
What!?! Do you live on here? Yes, we have many many times.. once more won't hurt..
After a full night of drinking and partying, Amos naturally got in his car to drive home. Weaving and curving all over the road, he got pulled over by a patrolman. He ordered Amos to get out of the car and provide his ID. When he got out the patrolman said, "Hey, you're staggering." Amos turned to the patrolman and said, "Why thanks. You're not so bad yourself!"
Welcome to SS WWM.. your dry wit and humor will fit in perfectly here.. we are an eclectic bunch of authors who relish our differences.. enjoy your stay..
I care that it appears that the dark cloud we got rid of a few months ago must be dealt with again.