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On a Saturday

I had pretty much decided that Saturday would be "organizational day". That is, go through all the accumulated messes throughout the house and get things back to a state of "somewhat tidy". Being the optimist that I am, I foolishly thought it would take a day. I am not even through the first room! Holy moly, are we an untidy people!

Then, I looked out the window and saw a truck in our yard. And then I remembered a brief conversation with the president of the lake association months ago about wanting to remove some trees from our property that are leaning toward the lake. I personally think they are the most beautiful trees and I often photograph them. Poor trees. The treemen set to work preparing to fell my beloved trees when they realized their truck had sunk into the mud and they were stuck. Hoping that divine providence was on my side, I waited to see what would transpire.






What transpired was the calling in of a tow truck. Now there were two trucks in our yard and no trees cut down. They managed to unstuck the truck from the muck, much to my chagrin, and were back on track to take down my trees.



I am sure you realize that this was quality entertainment for my children. Jack pulled up a seat and proceeded to watch the drama play out.



He soon had company.



Even Anna joined us outside, which is a rarity. She is definitely an indoor kind of gal.



A baseball game ensued while the gentleman in the background continued in their dastardly plan to uproot my trees. This pitch caught me in the back. Thank goodness it is a whiffle ball.


Drat. They actually have brought out the chainsaw. It looks as though the bad side is going to triumph.


Timber! There was much sadness and maybe a little anger as we watched the tree splash down in the water.



Doesn't it seem as if the tree is bleeding into the water? All the pollen floated on the surface, slowly spreading across the lake.


The instrument of destruction.


To distract myself as they cleared the trees out of the lake, I focused in on the trees they left standing.


These are my new favorites. I am sure they are considered weeds, but I love how they carpet the path at the edge of the lake.

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