Whew!!! Dan and I just got through cutting the grass and weed-eating. We got a pretty late start, but we got it done!
After we cut and trimmed our yard, we cut the old home place's yard. To do this, we put the lawn mower and weed-eater in the trunk of my car and hauled it up there. The dang mower died on us before we got halfway through, so we had to bring it back home and get the other one.
I did get the flower beds weeded though, thank goodness, before the weed eater died too. It just needs recharging.
The lawn mower, on the other hand is really, seriously…
I noticed that the trees Amanda and Kelvin planted in the front yard are dead as door-nails! They are so dead, that they are dark brown from the bottom of the trunks to the tip top branches and look like trees you would see in horror films.
I had hoped so much that they would live. These two trees, one on each side, had lived longer than any of the others planted there since my daddy’s death.
I had hoped they would break the spell.
Back in the sixties, right after buying that little Mill Town house, my daddy planted two dogwood trees in that front yard. One on each side. They were the straightest dogwood trees you ever saw. Bless his heart, he was always having to fuss at the grandchildren for trying to climb them or swing on the lower branches! He watched after those trees like a mother hen watches her little biddies. He looked forward to seeing those trees blooming with their pretty milky white petals in the springtime.
My daddy was around 70 years old when he began his fight with emphysema. It was a fight that would go on for for several years. Early in 1985, he begin slowly losing the battle.
In the spring of that year, those two dogwood trees were so beautiful that every neighbor on the street were talking about them. Although weakened now by that hideous disease, Daddy would sit in his recliner, gazing at their beauty. He was so proud of them. Everyday when I would go over there, Daddy would say, ‘Have you seen my trees?’
By the time the last few petals had hit the ground, Daddy was already too weak to leave his bed.
A little later on, in July of 1985, my daddy left this world for a far better place.
His beloved dogwood trees?
Well, they died too.
Both of them….
At the same time.
Although there have been other trees planted in that yard since, none have ever lived for very long.
Guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised today when I went up there and saw those two dead too.
Okay, enough of this…I have plenty of other work to do around here and have also got to go to town to do some errands.
I won’t get anything done sitting here reminiscing
GOD BLESS YOU ALL.