We are really lucky in the Possum Kingdom to have a village with beautiful platanes (plane trees) on all four of our Cours, as well as leading in and out of the village. In the summer, when they are fully leafed out, they provide a lovely, canopy of green that shades us and softens everything.
Keeping them nice, however, is a bit of a chore, and once every two years it is time for “elagage” or tree trimming. They started yesterday and it is loud, messy and inconvenient. A large crane comes into town and each tree is individually trimmed, dropping branches and assorted “shmootz” everywhere. Then, another big machine comes around so that the small branches can be fed into its giant maw and crushed to sawdust.
The bigger pieces of wood are cut into logs and loaded onto a truck where they are taken “somewhere.”
Each Cours takes about a day to be totally completed, and for obvious reasons, you can’t park while they’re busy doing the whole thing. So, of course, this being France, people park ANYWAY and then the workers have to try to either track them down to move their cars or drop large bits of tree on top of them!
Today is the day for our Cours to be trimmed, and besides having moved the car, I have to say I’m getting really tired of the tree-trimming noise. Even with the windows closed, it is VERY loud. Then, when you go outside, you get sawdust in your eyes, hair, mouth, everywhere. I will not be unhappy when they are finished.
Now, besides this, there is also something else mysterious going on. About 3 months ago, green painted dots started appearing on some of the trees on the Rte de Lavelanet where we walk Shmoo most days. No one has been able to answer what the dots mean, but earlier this week several of the dotted trees (but not all) suddenly also sprouted large green Xs. This, combined with the elagage has me thinking that the marked trees are going to be taken down. I hope I’m wrong, but I don’t think I am.
Now, I would imagine that if they are doing this, it is because the trees are sick, but it still breaks my heart to see them go. Even though they replace them with new trees, let’s face it, they aren’t going to grow big and tall like their brethren till I’m long gone.
I suppose it’s a lesson for all of us that immortality just don’t exist.
Ciao for now.