A Man Among Giants

On July 2 of 2017 there was rain and wind on Paris Mountain. I was reclining in front of the TV, but a lightning storm was interrupting the signal. Then I heard a very loud crack and a bang that brought me instantly to my feet.

A giant tree about a hundred years old, which has been leaning from our neighbor’s side of the creek, had finally fallen. Within a second or two it brought three of our trees, probably about fifty or sixty years old, down with it. The splitting trunk of one of those trees must have been the crack that I heard.

First I thought of Mr. Mims and called him to make sure he wasn’t under there somewhere. Thankfully, he wasn’t. It’s not like he didn’t already have a list of summer tasks he wanted to accomplish. Ever since that day, between tilling and sowing and watering and mowing, he has been steadily untangling those trees. The first goal was to clear our drive. Now it’s still about taking apart a puzzle to get at the motherlode. He goes in there with the chainsaw and then the boys go in and clear and sort. We have no shortage of firewood anyway.

I have to say I am full of admiration for my man… and I don’t mind fixing him whatever he wants for dinner….

Flowering Fruit Trees

Our fruit trees are blooming on Paris Mountain.

It’s almost eight years since we established our homestead here on Paris Mountain.  Mr. Mims planted some fruit trees the first year, and a few more the next couple of years. We have apple, pear, plum, nectarine, cherry, and peach. At first they were like twigs that we could hardly see. Now we appear to have a small orchard. Last summer we got pears from one tree, but the squirrels stole all our pears from another. We have never seen a cherry yet, and suspect that it might be an ornamental variety. We’ve had a few small peaches and plums, but we’re still waiting for our summer of fruit. It is difficult to grow fruit here without applying chemicals to ward off disease and insects. But we figure that eventually there might be enough for us, the squirrels, the birds and the bees. That nasty mold and fungus is another story. But right now they sure look beautiful in bloom don’t they?

If you look at how far over the roof of the coop that tree is, you will realize that he had to place another ladder on the roof and get on top of that to get close enough to get the end of that rope around the tree.

Working with Giants

I know not everyone likes to hear me testify about my husband, but I have to tell you that I love him for both his brains and his brawn. It’s one kind of thing to sit at a desk and solve complicated equations while the world carries on taking care of everything else. It’s another thing altogether to solve life’s equations when they present themselves. Continue reading

Living with Giants

We live among giant trees on Paris Mountain. The matrix of overhead cables that provide electricity to residents weaves its way among the great branches of the trees. When there is a perfect storm of wind and ice, giant limbs and entire trees sometimes fall. When a tree falls on a power line or transformer, then the power goes out. On our property alone, we had two trees that fell across our driveway, and a giant limb that fell in our front yard. The one remaining tree to be handled is the pine pictured above, which is hanging in the balance directly above the chicken coop. Continue reading