March 10, 2006
hail March!
It may have broken the buds of my daffodils but the sudden hailstorm also brought a warm moment of schadenfreude as I watched the powergardening crew mow and blow the neighbor's lawn to perfection while being pelted by ice balls. This after five hours of high-decibel powerblowing from the other neighbor's crew yesterday.
As the gasoline mower whined across the throw-carpet of a lawn, the blower guy shot his air gun at soggy grass blades that refused to move under the barrage of hail. Yesterday, I watched different blower guy herd leaves down the path as the wind picked them up and blew them back over his head. Then he turned around and blew them the other way. Needless to say, only the lawns are tended. The yards themselves are ungroomed and unloved.
Across the street for the last week a dessicated christmas tree has stood by the curb. Since no one bothered to dismantle the stand or branches to fit the trash bin, it will sit there probably forever. Except yesterday when the wind rolled it into my driveway. I dragged it back to its post--a lone sentinel for the passed and the forgotten...
The poor Christmas tree! I have also noticed these poor abandoned creatures. Briggs, I have enjoyed perusing your blog. Have you heard of the nature writer Verlyn Klinkenborg? I think you would like his stuff. He writes for the NY Times and other pubs and wrote the book The Rural Life.---L.
Posted by: Laura Wiley on March 10, 2006 2:36 PM