Friday, August 8, 2014
In which the tree comes down and Scaramouche needs to start telling me stuff....
"It's like watching surgery," Aura said. "But you can tell they're feeling better." She looked around. "I warned them what to expect, so it's not as bad. But still not pleasant."
"Aura, you're going to have to show me what to do with this. I don't want to just go in and start cutting stuff," Maddy said.
"Why is there so much barberry?" Aura said, looking around.
"It spreads. I think they've classified it as invasive."
"No, I mean, why so much barberry in the first place?" (For those not familiar with barberry, it's attractive, but it gets out of control. And it has thorns. Lots and lots of thorns....)
"My father planted it. Remember, ninety-nine percent of what grows in the yard was his doing. And he didn't always have good judgement in matters of the garden."
"It's a nice plant, but it doesn't really belong here. And it's not very welcoming with all the thorns."
"That was why he planted it. He used to say it was to keep people out. What people, I don't know."
Aura was happy to see the twin oaks doing well after their trimming.
"Solid and healthy," she said. "You don't usually see that in trees like these."
"Trees? So it is two?" Maddy said.
Aura nodded. "They're two separate trees that, instead of one choking out the other, grew together. If you really look closely at the base, you can see they have two separate trunks instead of a fork. An oak that forked this far down would never have survived."
"You were up there?" I said.
"Yeah. I went up there with the New York Dolls when they recorded up there. First time I'd been out of the city. I can see why your guy fell so hard for it."
"You met them?" She really needs to, like TELL me stuff like this.
Okay, I need to get some stories out of this girl. Like, a lot of stories.....