I saw yesterday that one of my neighbors had a tree crew over at her place and I assumed they were cutting limbs again. That oak, that majestic, ancient live oak, has been bad recently about dropping limbs on the power line which cuts out everyone's service and also, dropping limbs on the road. I don't know if any cars have actually been hit but the possibility is not to be ignored. When I took my walk this morning, a few workers were back and everything had been cleaned up and the tree looked like that.
The former tree, I suppose I should say.
I asked one of the guys if they were going to take out the trunk, too, but he said that they didn't have anything adequate to do that sort of cutting and removal. That's how immense that tree is.
I also asked him if the tree had been dying. He hemmed and hawed a little and said that it was becoming a danger due to its age and told me what I already knew about the limbs.
And then I said what I said at the beginning of this post.
I have not talked to my neighbor who lives there about the removal and I seriously doubt she took the decision to have the tree removed lightly. For one thing- a job like that costs more than you can imagine. Not only that, she grew up in Lloyd. Part of her childhood was spent in the house I live in. Her mother and father were also raised here. I have no doubt that she loves the trees and honors them as much as anyone could. I feel certain that her heart hurts, as does mine.
In more cheerful news, the beauty berry is ripening.
So now I know what beauty berry jam tastes like and I feel no urge to make it again. In fact, I have at least half a dozen jars of it that I just need to dump. They're taking up space and not getting any better with age.
Bottom line- I can now enjoy the beauty berries for their shiny color alone and let the birds eat all they want.
Sort of. You can see what I mean.