I was eating my breakfast this morning when there was a knock on the door. The young man at the door was greeted by an old lady in her pajamas, long hair unbrushed and wild, feet bare, but smiling. He had come from a local utility company to look at our poor dead ash tree, over 40 feet high. I had called all over the place about it, trying to find a way to get it felled before it started to fall down. It was ailing last summer, and died over the course of the winter.
Since he was here to help, I didn’t hesitate to step outside in my pajamas and bare feet, to show him which tree was in trouble. I stood out in the rain chatting with him, it was about 6C, as he assessed the tree. I don’t know if he felt sorry for sorry-looking me, or if it was just the right decision for his company, but he said, “We’ll take that tree down.” Music to my ears!
They don’t know when they will come and fell the tree, and they won’t take away the brush and logs, but they will bring it down on our property so that Attila can deal with it, he has the equipment to do it, as we needed all of that when we lived at the country house and heated with wood. Here we do not have a wood heater, and outdoor burning is banned in the area, it seems permanently, so we will have to get creative with it when it comes down. But what a relief! Taking a tree down on a bush lot is one thing, taking it down on a town lot is another thing altogether.
I will miss that tree!
So my day started with good news. Actually it was great news. I have spent the last few days trying to figure out where I would find the funds to get the tree felled, it is a pricey endeavor. So having a utility company fell it will allow us breathing space, to recover from the vehicle repair bills that have meant so much juggling to pay off and recover from.
Date: 1:00 PM EDT Friday 3 May 2019
Condition: Light Rain
Pressure: 101.6 kPa
Dew point: 9.5°C
Wind: N 7 km/h
Visibility: 16 km
“A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener.
So our prospects brighten on the influx of brighter thoughts.”
Source: Henry David Thoreau, Walden or, Life in the Woods and On The Duty of Civil Disobedience, Chapter 17, Spring.
Every single act of kindness, compassion, tolerance; every single small act of bravery, consideration for others; they are each a single gentle rain in the human garden.