the walnut tree was taken down(2)

                       its stump scarcely emerged from the earth over which it towered more than thirty feet above only a day earlier

a ringed irregular three-foot disk remained  violated by a lopsided high-crossed H cut by the arborists chainsaw

the chainsaw very well might have etched his heart too

he asked the arborist(seemingly a contradiction of fact) if he would please take care that the walnuts falling branches and limbs did not damage the grove(as he called it) of seedling apricots he was tending to its south

quietly the arborist eyeballed the tree saw the physics of dismembering it and said he was very certain nothing would fall and crush any of the seedlings

he thanked him for his kindness(he could scarcely tolerate losing the walnut)

he didnt say but he intended to replace the walnut with a seedling and transplant four others to a lower tract that ran east-west north on the property

fresh fruit  and a windbreak

                  in some measure a soundbreak which he wished he could magically raise overnight like Jacks beanstalk as the sound from the north was rife with chainsaws buzzing cutting down more and more trees   

he often stood quietly on a large rock above the lower tract listening for the muffled sounds of digging and planting  like listening for the secretive murmur of lovers words avowed bated breaths delicious erotic appeals

he couldnt hear them try as he might    

hence was his deliberation to grow a line of apricots

he planted stands of rosemary to attract wild bees and as they teemed in the back corner of the lot he erected a simple white wooden hive

hesitantly bees wandered its premises 

some took up the habitat

he hoped those may have the queens ear and soon the hive might prosper

Time would tell

           and Time was notoriously closed-mouthed

Time he saw was a phantom who made its way across the yard slowly  deliberately 

he saw it cast on the plank fence between the thin shadows thrown by tree branches  furtive 

if he blinked or looked again it was gone

although he found even if he couldnt see it he always felt its company its companionship  

sometimes  rarely  he was aware it slipped its rose-coloured glasses over his eyes and briefly he spied through them  however Time then stripped them off his face displeased that he wasnt enthralled by what he saw 

he wasnt because Time-foreseen had a tendency to lie and sought dupes to enact those he didnt want to call them lies and hurt Times feelings those  those fictions

he recognised the enamoured ones

they were reckless  feckless 

enticed and entrenched

but why wouldnt they be

Time was on their side or so they thought and convinced themselves

                     

1354,  Twosday,  8  11. 16

0949,  Thursday,  15  12. 16

Rolling Stones  Time Is On My Side  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbMWdIjArg0