And, just so I don’t get comfy knee-deep in wallpaper scraps and empty primer cans, a new fly has entered the ointment.
And it’s a big one.
This is what has been coming way too close to my backyard as of late. And way to close to the vernal pools that make the land behind our house “protected area”…
at least that’s what we thought until these guys showed up.
This gentleman (a term I am using quite loosely) was none too happy when I showed up: arm-waving and iPhone-picture-snapping. My heart was beating a mile a minute, which had nothing to do with the fact that I had to sprint 300 feet and I haven’t worked out since Sophie came home. That’s for sure.
Or that I was much closer than the 300 feet clearance recommended around this big, bad, chopping machine.
I was just scared.
I did manage to get some words blurted out, and he replied by asking me if I was from Massachusetts. I’m still not sure what that meant.
He then proceeded to tell me it was a shame that ‘people like me’ moved to this area. Evidently I’m spoiling it for everyone who enjoys watching as entire forests fall to the ground. I told him I appreciated the sentiment.
Hopefully this will be the last we see of this guy, and all his little friends. Evidently they are harvesting timber. I’ve never been this close to this kind of thing and I’ve gotta say, I’m going to hug my paper and wood products a bit closer. It’s truly sad to see these big trees go.