These trees will protect me from the Crazy.
Oct 14th, 2008 by kitliz
Saturday was especially relaxing knowing what awaited me at the Memorial house for Sunday…
Thirteen more arborvitae to plant, to be exact.
MysteryMan’s dad walked by me when I was struggling through the sod and century old driveway stone to dig my second hole and said, “I bet you’re never going to want to see another tree in your life.” That may not be quite true, because I love all of our little trees… but I sure as hell don’t ever want to plant thirteen in one day ever again.
(See! They’re already effectively blocking out the view of that car.)
Disclaimer: While I did plant all thirteen trees, it took me about 30 minutes per hole to dig the first four holes. Then MysteryMan got done with the roof and it took him 30 minutes total to dig the last nine holes. Which, if it wasn’t so impressive, would really piss me off. I satisfy myself with the knowlege that I am good at digging holes, I’m just not very fast at it.
To date, that is 29 trees planted on our property. I only mention that because MysteryMan comes from a small town and in the two years we have been dating we’ve been subjected to all the glories of small communities… you know, incessant gossip, cattiness, backstabbing, and quite a few people who are rapidly approaching thirty along with us but have yet to realize we are no longer in high school. We survived another round of he-said-she-said this weekend, and I have to say it only makes us stronger as a couple… but it also makes me wonder if we are absolutely insane to be planning our future life in a house that is located right in the middle of gossip-central. Let me tell you, you never want to be wondering if your future home is located in the wrong neighborhood right after you finish planting 29 trees.
For serious.
But after contemplating the number of splinters I would receive removing all 29 trees and planting them somewhere else… I stopped all that second guessing. My trees are going to grow big and strong, and they are going to surround our little little compound of farmhouse, woodshop, pond, and miniture donkey, and because of all the sweat and splinters I have endured in the last couple of weeks, eventually MysteryMan and I will have our own little oaisis from all of that small-town Crazy.
It’s going to be absolutely awsome.
Recycling Cabinet
DIY Wine Rack
I live in a small town, too, and I’ve even got plenty of friends who are approaching midlife and they’re still in high school. And I moved back there! I just keep finding that my circle of friends gets smaller and my desire to go out on the town shrinks, too– and as long as I love my house and whoever’s in it with me, I’m good.
… or you’ll be known as that crazy couple who lives on that big compound with all those trees (what are they hiding back there?!).