So the tree came down remarkably easily. The second photo shows what's left.
The tree guys did come, took down the dangerous tree and several small ones that had died, cut everything up. The yard was too wet to allow them to haul out the big chunks of tree, so they'll be back when things dry out. We had a big tree at the end of the driveway, encoiled in a huge wisteria vine; the tree had been strangled long ago and now was rotted. I asked them to take that one out also, expecting that I'd have a big empty space there and would have to find a new tree--but I did not anticipate the resilience of wisteria. Here's the tree in its "fatal embrace." I had photographed it, planning to do something fiberish with the images; I still probably will do that. The wisteria is so old that its branches are holding up much of my little front yard forest and when it blooms, the pale lavender flowers are up so high that I can't easily see them. When they fall the purple rain is always a surprise. So the tree came down remarkably easily. The second photo shows what's left. Abrazo vacio--empty embrace. At first I had to laugh, then cry. We think we're powerful and smart, surrounding and protecting those we love. And then they're gone, and the shape of the embrace remains, very strong and amazingly freestanding. It will probably crumble eventually, but I'm not doing anything to hurry it along.
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GeeGee Erickson
2/25/2012 01:56:30 am
Wwwhhhheoeeeww. . . .Sound of me exhaling. The tears are silent, What a powerful image.
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AuthorBobbe Shapiro Nolan, Fiber Artist in Eagle Lake, TX. Trying to learn to call the sewing room my studio, and myself an artist. I retired after 15 years in hospice nursing--so now I have the time!. Archives
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