Friday, January 21, 2011


This is the view from my chamber this morning.

I share it, because the view will become part of a very irregular series entitled "Gravity". An effort to determine whether gravity still works.

Observe the 3 trees more or less dead center. All lean precipitously downhill.

Our quest will be to see how long it takes them to tumble. Odds are a combo of wet spring, full leaf and a windy day, and they're gone. I'd wager the first will be gone by Beltane, the Celtic Maypole festival on May 1.

Each of the trees is special. The one on the left houses several families of woodpeckers, the right has an owl's nest. A pile of firewood is nowhere as majestic as these 3 standing tall. They'll be replaced by non-deer munching rhododendrons and azaleas.



Let The Tide Pull Your Dreams Ashore said...

Just lovely!

Divine Theatre said...

Gravity is a harsh mistress.

Patsy said...

I bet the woodpecker apartment house goes first.

Jg. for FatScribe said...

Not that I'd disagree with your prescience, but, we have a few pines out back that have been fighting gravity for two decades. your post reminded me of EB White's great essays about his country estate. nice reminder.