Boppy got up this morning before the tree crew got here but I stayed in bed until the lad woke up. He popped up, said, "Where's Boppy?" and I told him that Boppy was probably in the kitchen and to come give me a hug. He looked straight at me and then ran for the kitchen.
I got up and by the time I got to the kitchen, Mr. Moon had things well under control with August. I gave them bananas and told them I'd heat up the pancakes which I'd made the day before and they went outside to begin watching the show.
Dear god, I don't even know how many men and how many units of large equipment were on my property today.
Here were the guys after breakfast watching the old, rotten cherry laurel coming out of a different part of the yard.
So all of that happened and eventually August got bored and Boppy had to go to work and there were books and puzzles as chain saws roared and men yelled and our trees got taken out and then Mommy and Levon came. At that point August had eaten the banana, three pancakes, a piece of bacon, and then asked if I could make him "another foods," so I did and he had a peanut butter sandwich on top of everything else. As he told me when he sat down to eat his pancakes, "I have so much room in me!"
Jessie took Levon out to see what was going on and that boy almost lost his mind. When Jessie tried to bring him back in he yelled and screamed, "NO! NO!" Heavy equipment operation may be in that child's future. He kept making the sign for "more" and saying, "See! See!"
He wanted to watch some more.
And then the boys and Jessie left and the tree guys finished up. They did such a good job that I expected one of them to pull a whisk broom and a dustpan out of his back pocket and sweep up the last of the saw dust and detritus. They did use a blower on it.
Here's what my tree looks like now.
I am so sad. But there was definitely rot in the ancient thing.
I'm not sure why they didn't just take the last remaining trunk of it because I have no doubt it will come down sooner or later too.
Here's what the play set looks like that Boppy built some years ago.
I heard him and August discussing this as they watched and August told his grandfather that he should build it back. "I can help," he said. "I will bring tools and help."
"Great!" said Mr. Moon. "We can do that!"
"Let's DO THIS THING!" said August, throwing his arms up into the air.
And you know that pleased his Boppy immensely.
So. After all of these months, the tree is gone and after all of these years, the cherry laurel is gone. I found a pretty little piece of crockery over near the stump of it.
There are bits and pieces of housekeeping remnants everywhere in this yard. I used to collect them all but now I just look at them and appreciate them and give them back to the dirt.
I've been a bit melancholy today. Melancholy and something else I can't quite name. In two days I'm heading over to Gator Bone to help Lis get ready for their huge, amazing, fantastic, out-of-this world, three-day pot luck picking party. I have been to many of these and reported on them and they are always wonderful but I haven't been in awhile. As I have grown older my ability to function around other people (and there will be literally hundreds) has decreased and my anxiety related to stimuli has increased and I have been cowardly despite the fact that I always know there will be so many people there whom I really do love and so much good music and so much pure, plain community and I have bowed out. But this year? I just have to go. Lis AND Lon have helped me out with each of my children's weddings. I mean, from arbor building to wedding cake making. And beyond all of that, FAR beyond all of that, true love and moral support.
So. I simply have to go.
The helping part is easy. I love what I do in the kitchen there. I make soda bread and corned beef and cabbage. I make angel biscuits and whatever needs to be made. I will be glad to do whatever needs to be done from ditch digging to holding Lis's lipstick.
But oh, the party part...
Well. I'm going. I told Lis the other day that I would be coming on Wednesday and leaving on Friday when the people started getting there. She laughed her merry Lis laugh and said, "I knew you were going to say that."
"Could you get some of that crime tape and wrap it around the kitchen so no one will try to come in and talk to me while I'm cooking?" I asked her and then added. "God, I must love you."
And she knows I do. And Lon too.
And this year, Jessie and Vergil and the boys are coming and will be camping and so I'll have my little posse which is a good thing. And Mr. Moon will be coming too, later in the week.
And so all of that has affected me, I'm sure, because I am one of those people who freak the fuck out for no real reason except that of course my reasons are real, despite the fact that they're in my head.
Everything is in our heads so I'm over feeling bad about that.
But this is definitely a situation where love conquers all and so it shall.
Here's what I picked tonight for our salad.
How pretty is that?
Do you like the running carrot? I do.
It's going to run straight into our mouths.