After some morning housecare and grocery shopping I tackled a backyard project; something I’ve been meaning to get to since Hurricane Milton took down a large oak tree in the backyard.
The root bulb of the oak is still there. At some point the trunk of the tree grew around some concrete so grinding it was not an option. I thought about getting a truck in here and pulling it out, but once I got the fence back into place I decided I could live with the tilted stump. However, there were gaps where the roots had elevated and so I fenced off the area with a picket garden fence around the partially uprooted tree stump. Today I filled in those gaps with topsoil and removed the garden fencing, allowing easier passage between the fence and some large pinwheel jasmine bushes.
Additionally, I weeded and cut back the space that had been blocked off by the garden fence, the space between the bushes and fence.
A few years ago I created a little meditation spot next to the oak that came down during Milton. Ohmigod! I JUST remembered how much work that was! I wasn’t thinking about that when I started this post.
I need to go back a few years.
When we bought the house the oak tree was on the alley side of the fence. For some reason, the fence was set back about 10 feet from alley-side property line. This was a weird decision because we live less than a block away from a high school. So, for … how many years? … the spot behind our house was a gathering spot for high school students wanting to find somewhere out of sight. And it had also become somewhat of a junk deposit spot. When we moved in there was a complete car bumper in that spot along with mounds of trash. We took a couple of truckloads to the dump just to clear the space down to the ground. An equal amount of old trash lay under the ground.
We moved the fence to the property line and then I began the lengthy project of digging out the trash, one pickle bucket at a time. I know I filled at least 40 buckets of trash, accumulated over at least 20, maybe thirty or forty, years.
Eventually I was able to put down some paving stones and a bench. When I sat on that bench there was the oak to my right, the pinwheel jasmine bushes in front of me, blocking my view of the house, and I planted some African violets to the left. It was a quiet spot, and felt comfortably isolated.
Hurricane Milton took down the oak tree. Fortunately, I moved the bench before the storm so it wasn’t harmed. In the weeks after Milton we had professionals cut up the tree and carry it away, others came in and repaired the fence.
Because of winter weather, travel, other yard care, etc, it was only today I was able to fill in the cracks so certain dogs wouldn’t get their paws caught as they ran back and forth along the fence line.
Once I was done I sat on a plastic deck chair where the bench used to be and drank a beer. It’s still peaceful. Some sparrows perched on the branches of the pinwheel jasmine as I sat there. But it’s not quite the same as it used to be. It’s diminished without the oak. The bushes aren’t as full as they once were.
Today, nearly five months after the hurricane, the repair (though minor in the greater scheme of things) continues. Probably a metaphor there if I wanted to dig it out.
After getting cleaned up I stretched out on the couch and engaged in a happy Sunday afternoon pasttime. I watched a cheesy movie. Today it was Beyond the Time Barrier (1960).
Now it’s dinner time, JB made some pho and the house smells delicious. We’re going to eat and watch some crappy TV (probably Reign (cheesy! soapy!)) and I will have made it through the entire day mostly diverted from doomscrolling.
100 Days of Blogging – Day 004/100