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Still idling this summer, not much going on... hmm, probably ought to do something about that.
Anyway. I haven't mentioned it here (much), but my mom has been working on a lot of things to try and fix house, preparatory to refinancing, preparatory to adding an extension. The ongoing work this past week is the rebuilding of the bathroom (can you say "sponge baths in the basement"?), but the biggest event will be the removal of our oak tree.
We live in a very nice neighborhood. One thing I most appreciate is all the trees, big trees, some as old as the houses. Oak, pine ... there used to be a big walnut ... it honestly feels a few degrees colder in the summer just entering our neighborhood.
Our oak is taller than our house, maybe twice as tall, but the seventeen-year cicadas and the lighting and it's going down Wednesday. Two days. We hope they'll be able to use it for lumber – it's good wood, it's just that the tree's dying the slow one.
( The oak (JPEG Image, 612x462 pixels, 109.61kB) )
Our neighbor across the street joked that everyone was going to chain themselves to the tree, to save it. ('Yeah, we've got Greenpeace coming ... oh yes, the Audobon Society's in, Audobon himself is coming, yeah....')
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fadethecat wrote a beautiful post about trees some time back, about how strange and interesting the trees in Austin were. Well, this oak's no stranger to me; it's been dropping pollen in my hair for as long as I've been, a constant presence all my life. "You turn right on the first street after the bridge, and our house is on the left, with the big oak in front."
Goodbye, oak.
Anyway. I haven't mentioned it here (much), but my mom has been working on a lot of things to try and fix house, preparatory to refinancing, preparatory to adding an extension. The ongoing work this past week is the rebuilding of the bathroom (can you say "sponge baths in the basement"?), but the biggest event will be the removal of our oak tree.
We live in a very nice neighborhood. One thing I most appreciate is all the trees, big trees, some as old as the houses. Oak, pine ... there used to be a big walnut ... it honestly feels a few degrees colder in the summer just entering our neighborhood.
Our oak is taller than our house, maybe twice as tall, but the seventeen-year cicadas and the lighting and it's going down Wednesday. Two days. We hope they'll be able to use it for lumber – it's good wood, it's just that the tree's dying the slow one.
( The oak (JPEG Image, 612x462 pixels, 109.61kB) )
Our neighbor across the street joked that everyone was going to chain themselves to the tree, to save it. ('Yeah, we've got Greenpeace coming ... oh yes, the Audobon Society's in, Audobon himself is coming, yeah....')
fadethecat wrote a beautiful post about trees some time back, about how strange and interesting the trees in Austin were. Well, this oak's no stranger to me; it's been dropping pollen in my hair for as long as I've been, a constant presence all my life. "You turn right on the first street after the bridge, and our house is on the left, with the big oak in front."Goodbye, oak.
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