In De-Fence of the Tree
I had a dream last night that half of our back yard fence had been blown away and that the yard was flooding. A white car even floated through the yard in my dream-flood, Toowoomba style! I’m certain this was caused by the actual storm going on outside last night, but it was still unsettling and very real.
So imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning to see a very heavy branch of one of our three Bradford Pears broken off the main trunk with the fence below it completely down. Of course, my first instinct is to quickly yell, “Oh my gosh, JD!!” (Yeah, calm as a cucumber: that’s me.) My sweet husband… he was very patient, and we hopped out and took a picture to immediately upload it to Facebook. (We’re so 2010.)
Regardless of having good social media fodder and lots of comments and sympathy from friends, the fact of the matter was: we had a crazy situation on our hands. Time to be adults. After some Googling, calling our insurance, and downing some coffee, we decided to tackle the limb with the resources that we had: a hand saw and some sweat equity. We considered renting a chain saw for the day but realized we could live without the risk.
After sawing sawing sawing, we uncovered something pretty horrifying… our neighbors fledgling crape myrtle. Yikes. Our next-door neighbor is perhaps the nicest man in all of Nashville, so we felt awful. But, he assured us that we could still be friends. I think I’ll be bringing him all of my Friday Feasts for the rest of the summer.
We figured out how to repair the fence after being assured we had some friends in the wings to help us next week. Temporarily, we wanted to secure Lucy’s yard and relieve the stress on the rest of the fence structure with 2×4’s (at JD’s dad’s suggestion). We also tar/spray painted the trunk where the limb had fallen away, to seal it against rotting (at JD’s mom’s suggestion).
Throughout the day, I wowed JD with my stellar skills with a hammer, and he amazed me with his ridiculous strength lifting the trunk. We couldn’t have done the task alone. (Who else will ooh and ah when a nail gets stuck in your leg?) And, even though we were hot and cranky and completely annoyed that this happened, it was also nice to have a day hanging out with my bestie, JD!
What do you think of our work?? Think it’ll make it through the night? We’re currently passed out, sore from straining muscles that we don’t normally use, and feeling warm bellies from the post-yard work margarita. What a crazy day! One thing I have learned… maybe my dreams can see the future?