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Saturday, 25 October 2014

We had 47 mph winds and Allan saw the excitement of a big branch coming down in the bogsy woods, on the gear shed side, and breaking as it hit another branch on the way down.

Of course, I am pleased about next summer's campfire wood.

Of course, I am pleased about next summer’s campfire wood. (Allan’s photo)

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Out the front window, the Tetrapanax showed the wind gusts.

Out the front window, the Tetrapanax showed the wind gusts.

dogwood outside kitchen window whipping sideways in wind and rain

dogwood outside kitchen window whipping sideways in wind and rain

The wind in the bogsy wood was so dramatic that it was hard to stand up to take this (safely far away) photo:

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Later, while I worked on adding more photos to my page about Gram’s garden, Allan prepared the framework for the upcoming Halloween Avenue of Spooky Plants, through which brave trick or treaters will arrive to the porch.

We left the posts up since last year.

We left the posts up since last year. (Allan’s photo)

He put up the crosspieces of bamboo.

He put up the crosspieces of bamboo. (Allan’s photo)

I’ll wait till closer to Halloween before attaching the plants, as they could blow every whichway in the wind.

I had good company while blogging.

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Later, I finished a book, Mean Girls Grown Up. While I did like some passages, I debated whether the subject was good for this blog, and decided to save the topic of friendship for sometime this winter, perhaps. Now and then this summer, I’ve written a paragraph on the subject and then deleted it before publishing because I hesitated to be so revealing. (As Ann Lamott so amusingly wrote, “If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.”)

I then began a new to me Margaret Drabble book, Seven Sisters. Immediately I fell in love with the (sort of) chapter titles being set off to the right side of the text. (Below, what is not clear is that she is not HIGH, she’s in an upper floor flat.)

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Ms. Drabble, how I love thee.

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I was surprised to see Georgette Heyer and Dorothy Sayers invoked in the same sentence:

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That’s nothing against Georgette Heyer; my significant other of the 80s, Bryan, loved her books and during those years I read every one of them and loved them, too. He also got me to read Jane Austen for the first time, and A.A. Milne and P.G. Wodehouse. For a punk rock club manager and soundman, he had the gentlest of reading taste.

Surely on Sunday, I would get another rainy day to finish my Drabble book and probably read another book, as well.

Sunday, 26 October 2014

Our rainy day off was not to be. We woke to rain, then sunshine and a rainbow over School Hill.

The dark sky had moved to the north.

The dark sky had moved to the north.

Another heavy rain squall passed right after I took the rainbow photo and I thought we had a reprieve from work. I yearned to get back to my Drabble novel! And then….out came the sun.

I decided to take a look in the back garden to see how many tree branches had come down in the storm. I am utterly fascinated with every little change in our garden: what’s blooming, how deep the puddles are, and how many branches and twigs have fallen in a storm.

Onyx came from next door to greet me.

Onyx came from next door to greet me.

Dicentra scandens still blooming by the sunporch.

Dicentra scandens still blooming by the sunporch.

moss on the old dogwood outside our window

moss on the old dogwood outside our window

The rain had filled the water barrels.

The rain had filled the water barrels.

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...except for this one, which has a leak.

…except for this one, which has a leak.

I hadn't battened the hatches well at all, as the patio shows.

I hadn’t battened the hatches well at all, as the patio shows.

a branch halfway up the garden

a branch halfway up the garden

The way the branches spear several inches into the ground is why I don't go into the back garden in a wind storm.

The way the branches spear several inches into the ground is why I don’t go into the back garden in a wind storm.

It was imbedded about three inches into the ground.

It was imbedded about three inches into the ground.

BIG branches

BIG branches

I stared up at my alder trees for a little while, trying to figure out which tree the really big branches had come from. I couldn’t see any break that explained the large amount of alder on the ground. Then I looked to my right.

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It took me a couple of minutes to realize that the small-of-girth dead alder in Nora’s back yard had snapped halfway up and fallen mostly on our side.

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You can see to the right how very much bigger the trunk of our Danger Tree (cut last spring) is.

You can see to the right how very much bigger the trunk of our Danger Tree (cut last spring) is.

The fallen tree was so dead it had split all apart when it hit the ground.

The fallen tree was so dead it had split all apart when it hit the ground.

Its debris stretched 3/4 of the way across the 80 foot wide lot.

Its debris stretched 3/4 of the way across the 80 foot wide lot.

An old tricycle had broken from a branch falling from one of our trees.

An old tricycle (now a planter) had broken from a branch falling from one of our trees.

I went to fetch Allan to share in my marveling at all our campfire wood and wondered if I should try to find a friend with a big chainsaw. He walked down Nora’s yard and took some photos from that angle.

Allan's photo

Allan’s photo

Allan's photo showing the broken trunk

Allan’s photo showing the broken trunk

Allan's photo; the flat topped trunk in the background is our former danger tree.

Allan’s photo; the flat topped trunk in the background is our former danger tree.

Unbeknownst to me, he also took some photos of me checking out the water level in the bogsy woods.

I had no idea I was being followed by Onyx, who was being chastised by Smokey.

I had no idea I was being followed by Onyx, who was being chastised by Smokey.

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I had found that the swales had an attractively pleasing amount of water.

the meander line swale

the meander line swale

the bridge swale

the bridge swale

chairs blown around the fire circle

chairs and tables blown around the fire circle

I went into the house for a few minutes and was amazed, when I returned to the scene, to find that Allan had already managed to cut the trunk off of the fence.

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Even more amazing, he had cut it with our corona hand saw:

Allan's photo showing little red saw

Allan’s photo showing little red saw

He cut the weight off the Nora side first and then braced the long piece with a thingie from his workshop:

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Allan's photos of bracing thingie.

Allan’s photos of bracing thingie.

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Allan’s photo: It’s a “table saw outfeed stand”, used upside down.

We couldn’t linger to do more clean up as we had decided to work, mostly a drive around day checking for storm damage and fallen over plants.

The front garden path is filling up with ingredients for the Halloween Corridor of Spooky Plants.

The front garden path is filling up with ingredients for the Halloween Corridor of Spooky Plants.

On the way out of our driveway, our own personal Lake Street puddle was much bigger than usual.

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I’ve had so much to say about wind that I’ll make a separate post for today’s and tomorrow’s fall clean up work.

When we got home from work, we spent some enjoyable time until dark picking up sticks and rolling trunks in the back garden. The weather remained so pleasant and windless, and some of the fallen tree wood was so dry, that I wished we had some sausages so that we could have a campfire. (I find the roasting of sausages to be essential to campfire enjoyment.) The next morning, I took photos of our progress:

27 October:  LOTS of campfire wood

27 October: LOTS of campfire wood

The tree trunks will be an edge to the garden for now.

The tree trunks will be an edge to the garden for now.

They may or may not be a permanent edge with soil build up behind them...or they may be for burning next summer.

They may or may not be a permanent edge with soil build up behind them…or they may be for burning next summer.

 

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Just because some of our readers (all 20 0f you!) might have trouble seeing the slide show (one did!), here’s a little post of the wonderful photos Allan took on the day we had Danger Tree cut down.

 Allan's photos!

Allan’s photos!

starting the climb

starting the climb

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He lowered the chainsaw after cutting the top off, and a new one was raised up to him.  Maybe a bigger one.

He lowered the chainsaw after cutting the top off, and a new one was raised up to him. Maybe a bigger one.

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The ground crew kept a good eye on what was coming down!

The ground crew kept a good eye on what was coming down!

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The climber sawed right through the big trunk!

The climber sawed right through the big trunk!

pushing the last piece over

pushing the last piece over

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ground crew

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climber done!

climber done!

bucking up the logs

bucking up the logs

At the end, New Judy (left) came over to see the fallen and bucked up wood, as she and her son were going to take it for firewood.

At the end, New Judy (left) came over to see the fallen and bucked up wood, as she and her son were going to take it for firewood.

At the end of the day, Allan and I moved the logs off the shade garden bed.

At the end of the day, Allan and I moved the logs off the shade garden bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Friday, 24 January 2014

On Thursday, while doing some weeding in the afternoon, I had an anxious eye on Danger Tree as enough wind was blowing to make me worry that one of the dead branches would fall.  I’d had enough of the worry, so into the house I went and called Wooly’s Tree Service.  (Their ad did not promote TOPPING, which is why I chose them over the other outfit.  Even though it did not matter how Danger Tree was treated, I don’t want to encourage a business that pushes the topping of trees.)

We missed the return phone call that afternoon and the next morning (at 7:30 AM when the phone was turned off), so I called back as soon as I woke up (midmorning).  The foreman came right over and said the crew would come that very afternoon and take Danger Tree down.

I photographed the exciting event mostly from the north end of the back yard, and Allan photographed it from the south end.  The climber’s bravery and skill boggled my mind.  Even the day’s light wind had the dry and brittle tree swaying slightly, but he went up to the top and back down again with no hesitation, just the occasional brief stop to rest from the heavy saw.

As soon as the branches quit falling, the climber’s helpers chopped the trunk into large but manageable rounds.  We had an agreement that we would do all the clean up other than that.  The price of the job was reasonable and we tipped well.  Our new neighbour, New Judy, planned to come the very next day with her son and gather all the larger wood, and some kindling, because she heats her cottage with a wood stove.

I decided to have the cutter leave a tall snag.  I suggested to the foreman that the stump be cut at an angle so that it looked natural.  He said, rather endearingly, “I think you want it flat for that thing you are going to find at a garage sale and want to put on top.”  Maybe so, so pretty much flat is how it came out.

The slideshow has my view first, followed by Allan’s.  I will follow this post with a “best of danger tree” as some people might have trouble seeing the slide show (or, like me, not have the time to watch a slideshow because they have a blog entry to make or a book to read).

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New Judy told us that her son uses the flat top of a tree at his home to put out bird food.  That would be a good idea but ours is too tall for that….so I’ll use it for “that thing I’m going to find at a garage sale”.  Two other friends suggested we have it carved into a sculpture, and one was sure Allan could do it.  That’s not one of his skills…yet.

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