After yesterday's storms a short east wind is winding up a vigorous chop. It is almost getcher hoodie chilly but not quite. I was saddened to discover yesterday that the microburst that down home night before last sheared off several of our Colorado blue spruces. The year before we married the boss and I rented the county tree planter and put in four hundred six-inch seedlings. It was a drought year and we had no way to get water to them so only a few made it. However I loved those trees. Chipping Sparrows and Purple Finches nested in them...they were lovely, broke the wind and drifting snow for the driveway, and muted noise from the interstate. I will miss them.
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Oh! Shoot! I'm sorry. It's always terribly hard to lose and old soul---I feel trees are old souls
Truly. I understand the love of a tree. I'm so sorry.
So sorry about your trees. Blue Spruces are so beautiful. When trees fall, other landscape changes follow. It will be interesting to note how the landscape evolves, even as you mourn a beloved treeline.
Linda, we lost a mess of them, at least half, but my three favorites all survived, so there is that.
Cathy, thanks, the front looks kinda bare now.
Jacqueline, We might buy a few bigger ones and put them in as they grow pretty quickly but maybe not too.
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