Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Oh how the great have fallen
A few tiny tree boars gnawed their way into our Purple Robe Locust last summer. I purchased the appropriate insecticide and fed it to the tree. Supposedly, it made the entire tree poisonous to insects. The boars disappeared, but left a small opening into the tree.
A few days ago, the wind whipped over our yard as it sometimes does, shredding leaves off trees, oppening gates, and dumping garbage. I heard the strangest creaking sound coming from the tree. Creak, creak, creak... it matched the wind gusts. I went inside and continued my labors. The next time I looked out, the tree was on the ground. The small hole had weakened the tree, leaving it vulnerable to the harsh attack from the wind. It was a beautiful tree and we mourn its loss.
In the meantime, the children and Pyewackit have claimed it as a hideout.