I do not even know what time the tree guys got here this morning. I was still asleep. And by the time I made it outside, this was happening.
It was chilly this morning. Wasn't supposed to freeze last night but when I turned on the water in my bathroom, I could just feel that the thermometer had dipped below 32 and it had. This did not deter the folks in the front row of the tree cutting show however. And I made hot chocolate for the boys and Boppy had his coffee and Jessie made a cup of tea and we were all thrilled to watch the beautiful operation going on in the yard.
I used to have a friend who referred to "the changers of the oil and the tillers of the soil" and I have never forgotten that poetic description of the people who work with their hands and their bodies, often with as much grace and artistic technique as a human being can display. Where would we be without those changers of the oil, the tillers of the soil, the plumbers and carpenters, the tilers and the gardeners, the road workers, the mechanics, those who build and those who take down what had been built before? The roofers and the linemen, the electricians and the shrimpers, the ones who deal with our trash, our septic systems, our routers and who repair our refrigerators and stoves, our dishwashers and washing machines? Who clean our hospital hallways and stock our grocery stores?