Implosion averted. Yesterday we had decent weather in the a.m., which was good because there was a big city-wide tree planting. About a year ago I received a letter asking if I would like a free tree in front of my house. Now my block is really lacking in trees, so I said yes. I heard nothing more until a few weeks ago, when I got another letter telling me that planting would be 4/16, and that I would come home one day to find a tree pit dug in front of my house. They included a map and asked me to put an X where I wanted the pit.
So yesterday arrives, and eventually, so does my tree. It's a cercidiphyllum japonicum. My tree Latin is lacking, so all I get is the Japanese part. I look it up. It's a Katsura, which apparently grows into one big sucker of a street tree. Because I have no electric wires on my property front, they decided that I got a big tree - the utility companies have this tendency to cut big notches in street trees so the wires can pass through, and I guess the temptation to plant a 40-footer was just irresistable.
Nothing shows your faith in the future like planting something you won't be around to see full grown. I decided not to care about the utilities under the sidewalk - they were redone with in the last 5-10 years and won't fail until long after I'm out of this house and the tree is a lot bigger.
And at least I won't need to water the new tree for a few days.
Now it's late, my back's too sore to sew, I'm so tired I'm too tired to sleep, and I'm happy. (But whoever it was who spread the myth that gardening was a ladylike activity, obviously never got their hands dirty).
Tomorrow is another day. One with fabric involved, if I can sit comfortably in the sewing chair.