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multipurposegoddess ([personal profile] multipurposegoddess) wrote2010-06-14 04:14 pm
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The Tree is not Done with Me

So, you may or may not recall two weeks ago I ended a post with the news that half my tree had broken off, but it wan't the part with bees, at least? It was really like a quarter of the tree, and my family took care of chopping up and removing the branches for me the day after the funeral.

Well, the bees are safely moved into a hive in the backyard. Mostly. A small clump,I don't know if they are my bees that would prefer to live in the tree or a new and much smaller swarm, but they are clumping up in a branch of the same tree.

Only they can't really do that anymore. 

Yesterday I noticed a crack in one of the other of the trees four trunks (it's a very confusing tree, complete with cement filling parts of it), took a closer look today to confirm that, yes, it is a crack but, no, none of my birdfeeders, etc., were hanging on branches that issued from the cracked trunk, so I fiigured I'd wait until tomorrow morning when it should be cooler and trim off some of the smaller branches and see what I could do.

About an hour after that, I heard a huge crack and watched that trunk topple over and land on the other two, breaking them as well.

So I guess the bees won't be living there anymore, wherever they came from.

I got the lower two trunks sawed off and some smaller branches lopped off. It all landed inside my property and not on anyone or on anything except birdfeeders which I have mostly retrieved. The rest will be fine waiting until I'm rested and/or it cools off a little.

This is why I can never write my memoirs, contrived plot developments like this.

Day 15 of mourning, whee.

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[personal profile] arliss 2010-06-15 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, the nice thing about memoirs is you can just "collect" journal entires, either paper or electronic, and publish those. I've read plenty of published diaries and memoirs that were full of random and sudden events, as well as stretches of boredom and flashes of insight. Life, it keeps happening. We all recognize the elements in the tale of someone else's life.

Personally, I prefer the unexpurged notation to the edited, cleaned up and organized-for-publication version. For what that's worth.

I send you hugs.