Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Mulberry Down Again

Back in December 2013, I posted "Mulberry Down" about how our mulberry tree had to be trimmed back because half of it was leaning over the courtyard lawn. Well, half of it is down again, but it wasn't our doing. This time high winds split it in half.

We've had a lot of rain recently, as well as high wind. Apparently the tree couldn't take any more and split.

My husband got out his chainsaw and finished cutting the split part away from the rest of the tree. Then he attached a chain and pulled it loose with his tractor.

The severed part looks like a strange animal, doesn't it?

Another split is developing, and we will likely lose half the tree again.

Before long, the cut-up pieces of what came down went into the flatbed.

These branches will go down the road to the farm where they'll provide habitate for little critters.

Meanwhile, the rest of the tree remains.

How long can a tree divided against itself stand?

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Sunday, May 20, 2018

Spring Comes Round Again

When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear
—Alan Seeger

After a few false starts—interrupted by cold weather, wind, and late snows—spring seems to have come round to stay awhile. At least the world is green again and flowers are blooming. For the last month, I have been riding the golf-cart around my property and looking at things in bloom. Here's what I've seen:

Since I took these pictures, we've had lots of rain. More things will grow and bloom. . . . 

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