On July 2 of 2017 there was rain and wind on Paris Mountain. I was reclining in front of the TV, but a lightning storm was interrupting the signal. Then I heard a very loud crack and a bang that brought me instantly to my feet.
A giant tree about a hundred years old, which has been leaning from our neighbor’s side of the creek, had finally fallen. Within a second or two it brought three of our trees, probably about fifty or sixty years old, down with it. The splitting trunk of one of those trees must have been the crack that I heard.
First I thought of Mr. Mims and called him to make sure he wasn’t under there somewhere. Thankfully, he wasn’t. It’s not like he didn’t already have a list of summer tasks he wanted to accomplish. Ever since that day, between tilling and sowing and watering and mowing, he has been steadily untangling those trees. The first goal was to clear our drive. Now it’s still about taking apart a puzzle to get at the motherlode. He goes in there with the chainsaw and then the boys go in and clear and sort. We have no shortage of firewood anyway.
I have to say I am full of admiration for my man… and I don’t mind fixing him whatever he wants for dinner….
Our fruit trees are blooming on Paris Mountain.
It’s almost eight years since we established our homestead here on Paris Mountain. Mr. Mims planted some fruit trees the first year, and a few more the next couple of years. We have apple, pear, plum, nectarine, cherry, and peach. At first they were like twigs that we could hardly see. Now we appear to have a small orchard. Last summer we got pears from one tree, but the squirrels stole all our pears from another. We have never seen a cherry yet, and suspect that it might be an ornamental variety. We’ve had a few small peaches and plums, but we’re still waiting for our summer of fruit. It is difficult to grow fruit here without applying chemicals to ward off disease and insects. But we figure that eventually there might be enough for us, the squirrels, the birds and the bees. That nasty mold and fungus is another story. But right now they sure look beautiful in bloom don’t they?
We’ve been talking about a carport since we moved here, and 2016 became the year to do something about it. Well Mr. Mims, he’s doing something about it, and I’m the cheerleading section. The spot for the carport is between the chicken coop and the shed, and some landscaping issues are meant to be solved in the process. Continue reading
I was working in the garden. It was sunny and calm. Suddenly the wind picked up and it started to feel like winter again…
Suddenly the wind picked up and it started to feel like winter again…