What's that? You say there's something we forgot to clean up from the storm? We really need to get out the weed whacker?
No, actually that's one of our new trees. For the first year, we bought some trees through the parks system, which holds a sale each fall. They said the trees were about three years old, which I know isn't too old for a tree, but I have to admit, I was a little surprised how tiny they were when we arrived.
But the plan is a long-range one, planting about 10 trees each year, so as time marches on we have a yard with a bit more shade and a screen from the ever-encroaching development. So little trees are fine. Little trees become big trees, given enough time and patience.
A big shout-out goes to Tom, his brother Jeff, and Semia's husband, Ken, who dug holes in our yard, which is apparently 90% rock. Investing in some beefier equipment might not be a bad idea if we plan to make this an annual event.