This morning I dug out the little oak tree, which had a surprisingly long stem before roots appeared. The redness of the stem adds some force to our thinking that it's a red, or a scarlet, oak. As well as the leaf shape. And there is the acorn. Full marks to all the people who suggested oak.
It was high time to remove it from the plant, since it was starting to heave under the roots, and would have been a real problem if I had left it there to see what would happen.
While all this was going on, kids finally came out to play in the snow, bringing sleds, earmuffs, ski gloves and various paraphernalia ready for the time on the slopes. Which currently include mountains of plowed snow from the last snowstorm. Just before the next one, which is tomorrow, another few inches.
And my neighbor had her ancient historic MG citron color sports car, which has been taking up a spot for about fifteen years, unmoving, pretty much considered junk, even though with a noble lineage, finally towed.
I saw her sadly handing over the key and the title to the tow truck man, and I wonder if she's found a collector interested in restoring it. It may be past it, though, after so many years of disuse. She was very attached to it, and seemed incapable of moving on it. One of those people who do a lot of talking before any walking starts.
Perhaps the HOA issued yet another final demand for her to move it offsite. I think this was a very difficult afternoon for her, so hard to part with anything, and this probably had a lot of memories with it. I didn't get pictures, thinking it would be heartless to treat it just as an event. You do get involved with cars, and it's sad to say goodbye. I already have a complicated relationship with my Fit, after just a short time.
