June 4, 2013
growing (and not)
When we first moved into the house I was dead set against cutting down even a single tree. "we have two ACRES of trees!" Will would say. "No. No cutting." He trimmed a little, cut a few down while I wasn't looking, thinned here and there, but it's been an ongoing stalemate.
Until I started my garden. And now I'm feeling a little ruthless about the trees. They are blocking the sunlight for most of the day. My tomatoes are looking sad and spindly, the onions are creeping instead of bounding. Although the lettuce seems to enjoy it. And the bees are so happy that they've filled their first super (time to get a third I guess. And maybe a fourth if they keep it up at this rate). I still love the trees. He is not allowed to take anything down that is a sugar maple or a birch. The sugar maples because, well, I like making syrup, the more the merrier. And the birches because I love them too much. For now. But we're going to have to do some (supervised by an experienced friend, of course) lumberjacking.
Last year we were (sort of) New Yorkers. Now we're lumberjacks.
Probably not that surprising.
Posted by Gillian