The Moose is dead, long live the moose
May. 12th, 2005 02:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chelidonA sad thing has befallen, along with a great big tree.
In the midst of some gusty winds today, a big ol' maple tree up on Moose Hill fell down, right on top of our moose. (no, not when boy was on moose!)
*heavy sigh* R.I.P. Moose.
And so long to a lovely tree -- there are of course many acres of them here, but this was a big, tall, apparently strong and healthy one, just leafing out for the year, and I'm sad to see it go. The tree will become firewood for next year (now I really need to go get that new chainsaw). Some of it has already become a wand for a visiting friend who was told by someone she knows before she came that a tree here had a gift for her. Well, a pretty dramatic way of presenting the gift had that tree, sez I... And I'm at this very point in time in the midst of planting 125 tree seedlings, and this will make room for some of them, so there's some poetry there, too. But still, but still. The tree appeared strong, but the roots may have been too wet, or it may have been weakened by the acid rain we get from the midwest's coal-fired electric plants, or something else may have happened, but the bottom line is that the roots weren't strong enough and deep enough to hold it up. The obvious metaphor about sudden unexpected changes and events in life, and not holding on too tightly, are not lost on me.
And, we'll see, perhaps even the moose can be saved. Wood glue and carriage bolts can solve a multitude of problems. Would that all problems in the human realm were so easy ;>
In the midst of some gusty winds today, a big ol' maple tree up on Moose Hill fell down, right on top of our moose. (no, not when boy was on moose!)
*heavy sigh* R.I.P. Moose.
And so long to a lovely tree -- there are of course many acres of them here, but this was a big, tall, apparently strong and healthy one, just leafing out for the year, and I'm sad to see it go. The tree will become firewood for next year (now I really need to go get that new chainsaw). Some of it has already become a wand for a visiting friend who was told by someone she knows before she came that a tree here had a gift for her. Well, a pretty dramatic way of presenting the gift had that tree, sez I... And I'm at this very point in time in the midst of planting 125 tree seedlings, and this will make room for some of them, so there's some poetry there, too. But still, but still. The tree appeared strong, but the roots may have been too wet, or it may have been weakened by the acid rain we get from the midwest's coal-fired electric plants, or something else may have happened, but the bottom line is that the roots weren't strong enough and deep enough to hold it up. The obvious metaphor about sudden unexpected changes and events in life, and not holding on too tightly, are not lost on me.
And, we'll see, perhaps even the moose can be saved. Wood glue and carriage bolts can solve a multitude of problems. Would that all problems in the human realm were so easy ;>
