I finally got around to having someone in to clean up the mess made when the cedar three went over last October during hurricane Sandy. I know, it seems like a long time to wait, but well, it’s how it worked out. There was no danger, and so many other things to do.
My friend Jim planted those cedars when I first moved to the farm – oh, 25 years ago or more. They were little things then, and there were four of them. As of today, only one is still standing – massive and vulnerable. Hurricanes have taken them all, one by one. I could name the trees by their nemeses – Floyd, Irene, Sandy. I miss those trees. They were my best shield from northern winds, and they gave me a sense of privacy – though the road is a long way away, and it probably isn’t an issue, the sense of it was nice. I don’t know what I can plant to replace them. Maybe Italian Cypress – the weather is always going to be a problem, but with a deep enough tap root, maybe I can get something to withstand the blasts…
On another front, I have a blue bird house by the studio that is constantly occupied during the season, in spite of being directly in a traffic path – ok, maybe talking about me moving about is hardly traffic, still it seems very sociable for the birds to be that close to the action. I don’t do it often, but since I don’t have to touch anything, a photo doesn’t seem to be a bother. The babys are growing – they are finally starting to get pin feathers and color – I’m pretty sure the parents are happy to see it. They must be about exhausted trying to keep the four chicks fed.