It was the kind of week that started out hard and ended up soft, with our feet comfortably propped up on the coffee table. We'd been sitting on a couple of issues that this week somehow managed to start unknotting themselves. It was fun to sit back and let things play out. I love when that happens.
An arborist and team were out this week to tend to the trees, and put a big bolt through two large and heavy limbs to let the tree grow strong and tall without splitting in two. Some needed a trim and thinning. I feel that way sometimes, looking into my life.
Most of the wood that came down was mulched as bark for planting beds and weed control in the garden. Some went to the Biomass plant nearby; some to a neighbor for his fireplace. Nothing was wasted, and the yard didn't much resemble the morning with a driveway full of big equipment and guys with hardhats and friendly grins.
The bees are back in bright yellow hives dotted around the almond orchards. In the cool mornings they trickle out and down the sides, just starting their day, and by sunset there are big oozing clusters of mocha bee drips humming together in swarms. One of these days I'll stop, and sit by the side of the road in my car, with camera in hand, to watch. I have learned to appreciate the bees. I am more comfortable around them, in an allergic sort of way. Maybe even fond, now that I know they usually keep to the job at hand.
Life smells green. There's projects to do, but probably planter boxes and working on the drips that blew out in the winter freeze will take up most of the weekend. We're being told 70 or better on the weekend, so the fields should be full of farmers. It's definitely spring.
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