For many years as an arborist I earned or supplemented our living climbing, trimming, tending to or when all else failed taking down trees in Massachusetts, Maine, Colorado, and Rhode Island. They remain great friends and their existence, strength, durability, and beauty an abiding consolation.
Quite a few current readers have subscribed in the last couple of years. I thought it might be interesting to repost a couple of early ones for those new to the blog.
“The elms bent to one another, like giants who were whispering secrets, and after a few seconds of such repose, fell into a violent flurry, tossing their wild arms about…” David Copperfield, Charles Dickens Recently we were walking in the historic section of Newport. In front of the Judicial Center near the Old State House or Old Colony House[i] on the…
“It takes a very long time to become young.” Pablo Picasso Late in June of 2014 we moved from the Providence home in which we had lived for almost thirty years to Middletown. Riding our bikes yesterday we saw cottontail rabbits again—four of them in a field adjacent to Oliphant Lane along our regular route. On rides earlier in the month…