No, we didn’t. Nor did anyone else.

There’s a community pond at the corner of our lot and it feeds a stream that slices across part of the back forty. The torrential rains of the last few weeks scoured the land – the remains give evidence of persistent liquid violence.

Eventually, theses stumps will be ground out and new trees planted. Eventually.

A gray morning, a gray coat, a silver watch to check.

Someone (besides me) is working late to get ready for the upcoming semester.

Yesterday’s tree trimming escalated quickly. Word came out that the Bradford pear trees had reached the end of their miserable lives and were all coming down. Some people were saddened by the loss of these nasty trees …

Tree trimming in the parking lot at work.