The three old maples (and what I think was a healthy elm, but I'm not sure) were removed from my western side yard over the last few days. They provided a privacy screen as well as lovely afternoon shade on my house, and now they're rubble and mulch. It's sad to see good trees go, but these were huge and old, and full of holes. With the prevalence of tornadoes and gale-force west winds up here on our Plateau, trees as old and worn as these, with their shallow root systems (the Plateau is all rock, of course, with only a thin layer of topsoil), were a definite hazard to the house and power lines.
Still, I miss them. The house is lighter in the afternoon, but also hotter. I imagine my electric bills will go way up, once I have to turn on the air conditioning. And I don't have that lovely afternoon shade on my back porch any more.
Here you can see the late afternoon sun shining on the place where I eat my breakfast and write my morning pages, with my little homemade fountain masking the sound of the traffic out front. It's a delightful spot, but no longer my afternoon refuge when the sun shines down hot.
On the other hand, just one of those trees made this lovely mulch pile:
I would have asked for more, but I don't see how I'll ever use even this much! More would have been pure greed, don't you agree?
The raised beds in my veggie garden are complete. I still don't have them all planted, though the brussels sprouts (grapes in the background) and strawberries, as well as lettuce and peas, are growing nicely after the Easter cold spell/setback. You can see that the weeds are flourishing, too! I'll get to them soon, I promise.
So even though it's been another very good week, tonight I feel just a little bit melancholy about my beautiful, stately trees. Am I silly?