Archives for the month of: May, 2013

I love watching nature. It makes you realize that families, regardless of species (and ethnicity, race and national origin), live to ensure that the next generation survives and thrives. We truly are one.

We have a few bird houses and bird feeders here in Descanso because we enjoy watching the bird families. There is one bird house that the same type of bird returns to every year. Not sure if it is the progeny of the previous birds, or the original birds themselves, but it’s a joy to watch them build their nests inside, tend to it, lay their eggs, then raise their young.

I’m attaching a few photos from tonight’s activity. For the youngsters in my life who would rather paint downtown red (I was there once), this is what happens when you age. Suddenly the best Friday night is sitting on the patio watching mommy and daddy bird bring worms, grasshoppers and mosquito wasps to their babies. Yeah, I’m old and a nerd. And happy to be so.

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I’m looking for ideas on how to creatively upgrade a 12-foot dead tree trunk, and luckily, there are many talented people out there who have done just that. I have a small fairy garden already (thank you Julie Howard Salmons for turning me on to that), so I like the idea of carrying that theme to the trunk of this old, great tree.

Here’s an image I found on Pinterest as a start. If you have any ideas, photos, suggestions, I’m listening.


Twenty-five years ago this month, Steve and I were looking to buy a home in the mountains. We found a fixer-upper, old miner’s cabin in Descanso that met our criteria: relatively flat land, fenced yard, large kitchen, garage storage, etc. Yes, it’s a fixer-upper, and we’ve done some work, and still have more to do. But the one thing we both fell in love with upon first sight was this very old, very large oak tree in the center of the patio in the backyard. We ended up christening her “Grandmother Oak” and she was one of the biggest trees in the neighborhood, if not in town. We have had 25 years worth of family get-togethers, parties and just plain fun around her.

Two years ago she started dying. We paid to have someone help revive her, but that only hastened her death. For the last year and a half, we’ve lived with her corpse gracing our patio. This week, we had her cut down.


The sadness of losing her was two years ago when she started dying. It actually felt good to finally have her taken care of. That being said, it seems strange on our patio now. Way more sun (not looking forward to the summer without her), and the feeling of something missing. The one thing I’ve learned (and keep posting about) is the cycle of life, so we accept that her time had come. We have several of her children thriving and I think they’ll grow more now that she’s gone.

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However, she’s not “completely” gone. After about three and half days, a crew of 3-4 young, very strong men managed to cut off her crown (we have many years worth of firewood in our yard now). They left about 12 feet of her trunk. Because I love to have a multitude of projects around the house (look up AADD), I’ve added turning her dead trunk into my next project: some kind of arty/crafty bird/fairy sculpture. Or not. But I’m leaning toward that.


Goodbye old girl. You gave us 25 years of shade, happiness, spiritual inspiration, a sense of history, homes for birds and an appreciation for mother nature.


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