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Tall Trees

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Since it hurt too much to lift my left leg enough to do any pedaling, and it was hot as a baker’s oven outside in the sun, Delilah and I spent most of our walks yesterday in the woods. With all the leaves back in force, it feels a lot more like what I think “forest bathing” is all about.

We were breathing it in to the fullest.

At one point, I paused to marvel over some of our tall trees.

That one on the right has a lot of character. It is one of my favorites on our land.

Other than the wonderful walks in our woods, this long Memorial holiday weekend has been a bit of a bust for me.

I had hoped to put on some extended mileage in the bike saddle, especially because I was home alone. Instead, I spent a lot of time power lounging.

I didn’t even get around to mowing tall grass with the brush cutter behind the diesel tractor because the heat scared me off.

It’s growing tall enough that it looks like July out there already. With a head start like this, I’m very curious what the un-mowed areas will look like in a couple of months.

As always, it will come down to how much, and how often, rain falls.

For the time being, after that 4-plus inch deluge last week, it appears as though we are right where we want to be. The tall trees, and every other growing plant it seems, are all looking happy as ever.

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Written by johnwhays

May 28, 2018 at 6:00 am

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  1. Despite having close to 200 acres of land that is in timber the tallest trees are for the most part are a few tress that are probably around 100 years-old right here in the yard by the house. The house I grew up in was built in 1919, it burned in 1979, so these trees were probably young or were planted at the time the house was built. Almost any trees in the woods that would have been that old were cut down for timber years ago.

    • Imagine what it must have been like to stand on your land among the oldest growth forest that had never been cut.

      That is one part of history I would like to have lived. Walking my homelands before the first cutting of trees ever happened.

      johnwhays

      May 28, 2018 at 8:31 am

      • I have certainly have had that thought. I wonder what it was like here when my family first arrived maybe as early as 1760.


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