Monday, December 3, 2012
There's A Man In My Tree
People who know me well would not be surprised because having a man or two in my tree is generally my idea of a fun time.
Our big old oak tree needed her skirt lifted and a haircut to let the light in. She was becoming a tad gloomy. At 80 years old or so, I understand how that can happen. Her leaves were growing so low that they tangled in my hair as I walked up the path to my house.
Getting her skirt lifted has made her feel downright perky again. The sun started peeking through her branches as they cut her back a bit. Plus, she's no longer growing into the upper floor of our home.
She was tended to this afternoon by 8 handsome young Mexican men. They sang to her, gently trimmed her up nice and pretty, and took the dead branches off of her. They disposed of all of her debris in a very respectful way.
After their loving tending, the guys stood across the street to admire her with big smiles on their faces. As they cleaned up, I could hear some serenading in Spanish.
I took the young men out a bucket full of ice cold beers. Their big smiles at my "tip" made my heart sing.