Good heavens, it’s disturbing how the time flies. Weeks seem to evaporate. Every morning when I wake up I have to get my bearings and decide what day it is, after who I am and where I am.
I don’t think I told you something interesting and positive which happened early this week. While we were driving with Paul and Lori on Monday (Canada Day holiday), we notice that one of the street trees (on Main Street) had been demolished.
On Tuesday when I had a manicure and facial, I questioned my friend the esthetician in case she knew what fate had befallen the tree. She told me what SHE had heard, that someone had driven drunk into the tree so hard that the tow truck had to LIFT the vehicle from the splintered trunk! Fortunately the driver wasn’t hurt, though hopefully she has learned from this.
This is the really NEAT part of the saga: the Village of McBride has purchased the replacement tree from me! The office/administrative staff chose a Russian Olive tree; it wasn’t the largest tree I have in stock, but they wanted a contrast. I hope the guys who do all the maintenance keep it watered while it gets established.
This is a Russian Olive tree (many years older than the one planted this week in McBride:
There is a terrible mosquito problem in our Valley, which I’ve alluded to in earlier posts. Gary has set up a “smudge” for the horses, and I continue to be impressed that they know enough to stand in the smoke to escape the bugs:
My daughter, visiting briefly before flying up to a geologists’ camp to work, has walked in the door!! Byeeee! ~ Ann
