Yankee lore in Jericho

Yankee lore in Jericho

(A notice to all ye Jericho neighbors)

Published in the Mountain Gazette, Dec/ 20, 2018

     Well, just so ye all don't need to be wonderin' what that damn ole Yankee fool is up to today, I just as well foretell you the story.

    

    See back about a year ago I got it in my balding head that there was still a wee bit of space left on Maeve's shire to plant some more trees. One can never have enough of a variety of trees to help absorb what them scientist call carbon, that which I figure is them ole dinosaurs gettin' back at us for diggin up their graves. Anyway, it still gets cold in this neck of the woods and the critters need a place to hitch up, eat a few seeds, raise a family, and all that good stuff we all get to do.  

     So any ole how, as I was sayin', I was figurin' there was space and since I was ordering trees well to a year in advance I sure as all heck didn't think I would be planting trees between the time the Notch was closed and sugarin' time. But we Vermonters go with the flow.

     So as the trees from the Arbor Day Foundation arrived yesterday, I told ma (that's Maeve) I was aimin' to pick some spots (for ten baby trees) to make a new home for these two-foot spindle-legged babies, one that would help them grow into fine homes for birds and food for butterflies and other pollinators, as well as be right friendly to community folks as they walked along the sidewalk under the shade of these berry and seed-producing wonders.

     Perhaps starting them off on a snow flurry day with temperatures in the twenties might set their minds right off the start to be strong, resilient, and determined to become naturalized woodchucks albeit with flatlander heritage. Perhaps by next fall, they might even show off a bit to them there 'peepers' that serenade about town in autumn. 

     All else I gotta say is don't judge a cow by its udders, cause jeez um crow the ground ain't froze (much) therefore I reckon I can still get some plantin' done. 

     Reckon ye be wantin' to plant a few (trees) of your own. Can't say I blame you for wantin' to wait till spring to plant. You all can order trees and Hazlenut bushes from Arbor Day Foundation. Ten free trees with a membership. 

     A tree is unknown by its fruit, a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love ~Saint Basil

     Amen Saint Basil! 

A lone tree on a snowy field spotted while visiting sugarhouses a few years ago. Trees are art, containing wisdom. 

May your wood burn warm, your trees grow strong, sturdy, and long-lived. ~Bernie

FPF Posting
Just so ye all don't need to be wonderin' what that damn ole Yankee fool is up to (digging out in the snow and freezing cold), I reckon I outta to be telling you the story, the whole story. Now I reckon you are going to want to fix yourself some warm cocoa or some heaping strong hot coffee and sit back in your chair next to a cozy cooking wood stove as you read me yarn. Read here on this newfound contraption called the internet: http://bit.ly/2RPqLdB
Cause caring and sharing and contribution AND a wee bit of humor/fun equals community. ~Bernie