of two minds

[derien]

I'm actually in a fairly good mood (well, as good as it gets, lately, it seems) but cranky at the same time. It's a lovely day, so I went for a walk, but I had spent too much time dubbing around (I had suddenly had a compulsion to rearrainge the cupboard this morning) so I had to make it short. So I went down through the park - very pretty. But there's city parks workers down there with chainsaws cutting down yet more trees. I swear this town has some huge compulsion about cutting down trees and uprooting bushes. There's always some citizen or business group helping the city plant more trees, and the parks people cutting more down. And I feel like a jinx on trees - every time I get fond of one, it gets cut down within a month. One of these was an apple tree which produced excellent fruit. They cut that down to put up a plaque to Longfellow, because it was the site of the farm he'd lived on. (The plaque of course was vandalized right away.) What if that appletree had been the last from his orchard? Guess what? We can't bring it back. Grrr. Okay, I've got to let go of that, because I can't bring it back. Still, it's a lovely day out.

So I get home, and my Dad calls. Seems my Aunt is up visiting, and would I like to visit with her? Wonderful! I adore my Aunt, haven't seen her in years, it will be great to see her. This weekend? Oh, no, probably not, he says, she's leaving on Saturday. Well..... (I'm thinking to myself) what the hell is the point of calling me on Thursday if she's leaving Saturday? He says she might go by Portland on her way on Saturday morning. Oh good, when? He doesn't know. Because she's not actually there at the moment. He called to make plans for her when she's not actually there to finalize the plans. Does this make sense? If she wanted to visit me maybe she'd call herself? Grr... I adore my family, really I do, but sometimes I just don't understand them.

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Don't sit under the apple tree . . .

[jimdes.livejournal.com]

Put your mind at ease . . . "Apple trees have the best fruit production between the ages of 10 and 30. Most apple trees live to about 35 years of age." a quote from orchardsedge.com - I know this is somewhat of a stretch and it's from a site that deals with apple growers who make a living at growing trees for profit . . . go count the rings if they haven't ground the stump down yet, that's will tell you for sure.

On the other hand . . . when we cut the apple tree down in my childhood back yard, dad counted over one hundred rings . . . and the fruit the year before was great and pleantiful. He cut it down because we had so many apple fights. Us kids looked like we were abused from the bruises we sustained during these passionate hurling events. Needless to say, the tree was sacrificed in lieu of our parents being turned in for child abuse.