Every year my family plants well over 100 trees – some at our farm (we’re reclaiming a field that was cleared for haying many many years ago), more at Mom and Dad’s property north of Annan, more at our house in Kemble.
It’s a grand feeling, to pick up these wee treasures at the Grey Sauble Conservation Tree Sale:
and then watch them grow.
Here’s where we started at the Kemble house, spring 2009:
We’re also planting maple in the bush surrounding our house, which is dominated by ash and elm. If the ash borer makes it up here, we’ll be feeling mighty exposed without other species on their way.
Every spring we have what we call the ‘tree walk’ – checking in on all the plantings from years before, noting their health and the passage of time.
This is one of the most satisfying annual tasks in my life – possibly the only one that will have true lasting value, if I place myself in the lasgest context I can imagine.
Happy Saturday. I must now go to practise Shostakovitch and Prokofiev, in preparation for the concert tonight. It will be a grand thing to be part of, too.