which belongs to my other neighbor catacorner across the street (let's just call her Mrs. Y). The only reason I say more beautiful is because Mrs. Y's magnolia tree took a hit about 5 or 6 years back during an ice storm. A huge pine tree fell on a portion of it, and it has taken this long to heal.
So when I came home for lunch, the tree crew had cut off all of the limbs on the magnolia in Mr. and Mrs. X's front yard. The trunk was all that remained, standing naked about 30 feet in the air. I was heartbroken for them. Mrs. X was in the yard, so I stopped and rolled down my window to comiserate with her. I said it was just a shame to lose a tree that beautiful. She agreed. I asked her if it had a disease (her husband, Mr. X is a retired FORESTER...yes forester). She said no, it wasn't sick, they had just bought a new high definition television and the satellite company said that was the only place in the yard they could shoot a line to the southern sky to get satellite reception because there were too many pine trees in their backyard. WHAT???!!!! These people are in their 70s. What is wrong with this world? I'm reporting them to the DEQ or EPA or Greenpeace or the tree police or someone. I'm telling all the squirrels in the neighborhood to have babies in their chimney. I've told Norman, our lab to do his business in their yard. Now here are the after pictures when I came home from work.
I'm pretty pitiful at mowing, Clif is the preferred mower but he's busy at LSU this mowing season. I just leave the clumps right where they fall out of the mower. We're that family in the neighborhood that EVERYONE says, "Why don't they mow their yard?" or "That stupid dog of theirs chases every car in the neighborhood!" or "If they put any more vehicles on their property, they're going violate zoning laws." and so on....
I had a small accident while mowing this weekend. I got tangled in briars on the barbed wire fence at the back. I was hung up in the briars but the mower kept going until it hit a tree. The back wheels dug some rather large holes, the front wheels were half way up the pine tree and I was hanging off the back. The briars grabbed my legs and put stripes across my thighs and arms. I'm bleeding and stunned and all I can think to do is look around and make sure there were no witnesses doubled over with laughter. You just don't want proof positive that you're an idiot. I celebrated the imaginary incident by going in the house for a glass of iced tea.