Pinecones In The Pool
9:05 PMPinecones have this silly habit here of rehoming their little woody needles in all sorts of directions, therefore lending all outdoor surfaces beneath them unwalkable in bare feet.
Emmie learned this the hard way, when, moments after we official moved in, she dashed outside to see the pool and encountered a whole family of rehomed pine needles, perfectly homed in her feet.
Rehomed really isn't a word, but out here people on Craigslist call selling a dog they want to get rid of "rehoming," which to me is stupid and sounds like "deplane," which flight attendants love to say. Deplane. Aka get off the plane. (Can you tell we've started the search for the perfect farm puppy? It's going to take a while to find one we can all agree on because I love big, hairy dogs and Shane despises dog hairy houses).
We swept up the cone droppings and then fished out the pine needles from the pool. Then when we came out the next day, the deck and pool looked the same as it had the day before.
So we hired some tree guy to cut down our 100-ft tall pine trees that lived directly over our pool.
Or, that's what responsible people do. But we actually called up a favorite Uncle Troy to come and cut them down for us. Because Whittiers can do everything #truth.
The trees were right next to the house, and right over the pool, so they really only had a three foot window to land perfectly or we'd be rehomed.
If you're still reading, congratulations because I've never talked this much about cutting down trees. In fact I've never had trees to cut down before. In Heber three THREE trees I planted either died or the wind blew them down. And here we probably have 45 100-ft trees in our backyard.
Anyway the first tree feel gorgeously. Troy spent all day cutting limbs and sweating a lot (#humidity). The second tree was a bit more stubborn, and after the boys jumped in the truck to buy more straps at walmart, after the tree had already been halfway chopped, I was too nervous to watch anymore. But, as is the custom with Whittier boys, it fell in the same fashion as the first and our house is still standing today.
I'll talk about the bonfire that was the pine tree limbs and needles another day, though, because who knew I'd like to write so much about trees?
This is manly, hairy Troy. We love him (and his wife and baby, who came to keep me company)
Troy's dog Daisy, who loved drinking our pool water.
Emmie's favorite toy of all time. A wipe.
7 comments
Love your tree post. Pictures are amazing! Whithers are amazing they can cut down trees. Your kids are adorable!
ReplyDeleteThanks Aunt Annette! They get it from the Hancocks, obvi :)
DeleteWe too have two 100(or so) ft. pine trees that blow needles into our pool Every. Single. Day. But since they are the few sources of shade we have, they are staying. You'll be set for firewood!
ReplyDeleteShade, we never thought about that! How dumb. Pros and cons, I guess. Yes, we have firewood up to our ears!
DeleteCJ would be in heaven. He loves wielding an ax or any other cutting tool. Find us a place like yours so we can be neighbors. ;0)
ReplyDeleteHey, we have an extra acre. Just come build by our log cabin :)
DeleteSounds like a deal.
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