Ice Ice Baby!

First it was a drought last summer. Than came a wet fall. However, this winter…whew! Enough already!

I actually saw some crazy woman interviewed that said “global warming” was responsible for opening a “artic corridor”. What? I don’t know that I believe in all the global warning stuff. I don’t think I have studied the subject enough, nor do I care to. There are way too many “experts” on the topic for me to want to way in. But I know this;

My poor willow cannot stand much more. As I looked out my picture window Tuesday night and watched the rain weigh the poor baby’s limbs down, I wanted to cry.

She has withstood a previous drought, this last drought and now this. Do I intervene?

Well, yes I do and did. I watered the crap out of last summer.

I love trees. I always have. An abnormal attachment that even makes me cringe when I see loads of cut timber on the back of semis. I have asked the question “Do you suppose trees cringe at the sound of a chain saw like we do when we hear screeching brakes?”

Trees hold the earth down. I think that is why I love them. They hold us all down so we don’t drift away into oblivion. Tress give shade, furniture, warm and land. Just gives it all to us without charge. Amazing that we all don’t give back more than we do.

So…I worry about my tree. I pray for my tree. Stupid I know. Nevertheless, I hope that the patron saint of trees, whoever that is, looks out for and cares for my willow. Amen