Wednesday, May 28, 2008
The Walnut Tree
This walnut tree is located on my parents' property right outside the barn I wrote about the other day. It's as old as Methuselah. How do you spell Methuselah, anyway?
I have simply taken for granted the beauty and the wonder of our walnut trees.
I realized this the other day when, taking advantage of the most unusual weather, I started snapping pictures next door on my parents' (at one time my grandparents') property.
Most of the time, I'm cussin' the walnut trees because when the lawnmower runs over top one of those walnuts, with the thick green outer shell and the incredibly tough black interior, it's no different than running over a softball. Only there's a million of them. And John Deere's blades can only take so much of running over softballs. Not that I'm deterred by John Deere's inadequacies. Never mind the hazards of jet-propelled softballs.
(Another time I'll write a post about my lawn mowing prowess. Also known as DEATH BE TO ANYTHING IN MY WAY. With no regard to belts, blades, engine parts, or small children.)
My mother saw me wandering around looking up at the sky, tripping over stumps and falling into holes, and said, "Did you get a picture of the walnut tree?" I mumbled something about trying to get a picture but not being able to keep from falling into holes and over stumps and such. Walking, talking and taking pictures is way out of my league.
Anyway, she then asked, "Did you get a picture of the scar?" At this juncture I think she's talking about the scar on my leg due to wandering around the yard aimlessly, looking up at the sky with my mouth agape, where flies, seeing a nice dark place to rest, decide to gather. I had not heard of any scar on the walnut tree.
She then pointed to a big rip just under the first branch of the incredibly huge tree. Evidently, one of the earlier owners of the property lost control of his horse and buggy, and the buggy did considerable damage to the then-young tree. The scar is still there, about 100 years later.
I imagine the scars I contracted from walking around staring at the sky will be around for a few years too.