poetry and prose about place

Tree down!

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Today is the first day in a long time I have not written a line. I am preoccupied, watching as a local company removes some trees from our yard.


Some of these trees were already down but have been decorating our ditch since a storm last winter. One tree was still standing.


The standing tree, a big old spruce, worried me. In last week’s wind storm, the top of it broke and flew like a javelin to land in our front yard. The rest of it was dead and leaning towards the house and power lines. It stood at the corner of our shed.


the tree last winter


The men working knew what they were doing. They tied the tree in the direction they wanted it to fall. They used our tractor to reach high into the tree to brace it in the required direction. Then the tree cutter did his cuts. And the tree fell exactly where he planned. We will be getting ‘The Bushwackers” to do some more tree cutting here.



I am still too wired to write.



All my best,

stay safe,


Written by jane tims

December 11, 2020 at 7:00 am

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