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Tree Transplant

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We took a break yesterday from focusing totally on the barn and paddocks, and put our energies toward furthering the creation of the labyrinth garden. The big milestone that we finally achieved is the planting of a tree in the center. This is something that I have been visualizing for a long time. Originally, we talked about choosing a young tree from somewhere on our property, but then Cyndie brought home a couple of trees from a nursery and we considered using one of those.

IMG_2687eAt the last minute –in fact, just as we were setting one of the purchased trees in the hole we had dug– we both decided we’d rather try one from our property. I’m very happy we had the same thought about this, because it would have been a challenge to navigate a difference of opinion on the subject. Selecting and digging up our own tree did mean a fair amount of additional work, but with both of us equally invested in the decision, it became a joint labor of love.

Hoping we wouldn’t end up with a “Charlie Brown-style” tree after we extricated it from the woods, we set about trying to find and save as many roots as possible, navigating around some much bigger roots of surrounding trees, and one huge rock that was buried directly beneath the specimen we picked. About two-thirds into a project like this, I start wondering if we bit off more than we could chew, but that adds good drama to the adventure which brings greater euphoria when success is achieved.

Together we triumphed over the extrication, getting ourselves covered with dirt, and rushed the patient to the waiting hole just behind center of the labyrinth. In about a hundred years, I hope this little tree looks as gnarly and noble as the giant maple tree that towers over the spot from which he was moved.

IMG_2688eWith the new tree in place, we had fresh incentive to finish off creating definition of the center space and placing rocks to clearly mark the rest of the pathway. We changed some things around the perimeter, found a new location for the purchased trees, and mowed the entire length of the path.

We spent almost the entire day down there, and I got the impression that we could do the same, every single day, adding the touches we have in mind, and never get around to doing anything else around here. Like most art projects, it is hard to decide when it is done. Happily, this project will always be an ongoing one, growing and changing, so I won’t worry myself with the decision of whether it’s done or not.

It will always be growing.

Written by johnwhays

September 3, 2013 at 7:00 am

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  1. Always growing, yet always coming home:-) It seems almost a miracle now that we were all physically together on this earth. I hope one day that I can come visit you there and experience all the wonderful things you are creating first hand. I must admit that I’d also like to have the horses along, too, for I am sure they’d recognize you and your work.

    Ian Rowcliffe

    September 5, 2013 at 6:48 am

  2. Welcome to our world! We start a day with a small project. Then to place that item a small sapling must relocate. Then another. Then soil. Then a rock uncovered which needs a new home. Then 9 stones arranged later, only to find that the sapling we started needs water. Until finally the mess needs a moss covering and the plants need water and mulch! Oops! What happened to lunch? But tired and full of aches and pains, we sure look back at a wonderful day and wonder how it passed so fast. And we sleep really well… Carlos and Barry


    September 3, 2013 at 6:17 pm

    • Would that our “everyday” could be so available to follow these enriching pastimes.


      September 3, 2013 at 6:38 pm

      • It is the contrast in life that enhances its beauty….. and there is no lack of it around you and your ‘green’ fingers.

        Ian Rowcliffe

        September 4, 2013 at 4:22 am

      • Ian, I have been thinking often of you in this project. The flowers and plants that Cyndie has planted are our “Camellias,” and arranging stones in our labyrinth reminds me of creating the Spring Garden space at your Forest Garden Estate.


        September 4, 2013 at 6:44 am

      • Yes, ‘seeds’ in the process that appeared as trees to me, for each of us has hardly any idea of who we are and where we have come from. And especially, of the wonderful people, throughout time everlasting, that have cleared the way for us. Hence, you turn a stone and we are reminded of them.

        Ian Rowcliffe

        September 4, 2013 at 7:11 am

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