How the view has changed...
Staying home is spinning my head in many directions – I am worried for the state of the world’s health – I am worried for the continuing health of my own family and friends. I am worried for our sanity of staying within these once loved walls of a humble abode…and even as I contemplate on all the things I can do, now that my time is all mine…truth be told…I’ve found couch potato defines me too much these days. At least that was true until last Wednesday, when a storm hit the area and a downspout tossed trees from my neighbor’s yard into mine, making mine a veritable forest.
I now have an array of birds sitting on branches that nearly touch the back windows of my screened in porch, looking in and wondering what the heck happened to their perch and there's a slew of squirrels running through the grounded tree branches confused about where their buried nuts have gone.
It is amazing and wonderful to see these baffled friends of nature but it is also worrisome- I certainly can’t keep the huge amount of oak tree limbs and other undefined tree parts covering more than half my yard not to mention those unsteady large limbs that are tottering against my own oak tree and threatening with any swift wind to fall onto my house or through my screened windows (neither are comfortable thoughts) - no I cannot keep this storm made forest, not even for the beautiful nature it brings closer to my door.
So we called in an arborist to assess the clean up but, OH MY!...We’ve had a lesson on what it costs to cut and cart away this amount of debris – apparently, it's not cheap to remove a small forest from one’s yard. And since he’s had many calls such as ours, we’ll also have to wait to be on his calendar.
Now the weather channel has again found its rotation in our viewing list.
This act of nature immediately obliterated my couch potato zombie-ism too – now I am wide-eyed awake and thinking arborist is a nice business to be in, if your not afraid of heights.
Silly me, to think couch potato was not a fun state of being, oh for the days of mindless non-blinking TV watching, potato chip munching days of yore, when all I had to do was decide Hallmark or Lifetime?