We planted the small silver maple tree in our brand new suburban backyard over thirty years ago. Fast-growing, we read. It did grow quickly, providing the shade we sought, and leafy branches where birds could nest and forage. Every few years a bumper crop of little “whirlybirds” would rain down from its limbs.
Over time the tree has been ravaged by storms and brutally cut back by yellow-helmeted power company workers, giving it a pretty ragged appearance, especially in winter. But each spring, it clothes itself in beautiful leaves of green that hide its scars. Once again, it becomes our perfectly imperfect tree.
kk_day texture used on the woodpecker photo
Much to the chagrin of a certain squirrel.
From Summer, 2013
Good fences make good perches.
I saw a wasp upon a wall
And did not like his face at all:
And so the creature had no time
To wonder whether he liked mine.
~A.G. Prys-Jones (1888 – 1987)
Even though the poet writes about squashing the wasp before it stings him, I did not swat this one. He was only seeking a warm spot in the sun on a chilly day.