I’m lousy at identifying trees. My neighbor has a ginormous – Maple? Green Ash? – tree in his front yard that creates the loveliest umbrella over our driveway. On a hot summer day (please let us have a few this year) there isn’t a better place to stand than on the shady cool cement of the driveway, with a dripping popsicle, under the dense lacy shade of that tree.
As we drive down our street, with a carload of groceries, a bike and a set of golf clubs, we can see that amazing tree from the first turn. It anchors the end of our block, marks our sanctuary, and protects us from the elements.
With the slightest breeze, that tree drops a bunch of twigs, leaves and tree bits all over the driveway.
I sweep the driveway, and the stuff is there again the next morning.
And I sweep, again, knowing that I could do this job every day and it will need to be done each day after that. Continue reading →