Silvery shadows under a golden dome.
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Silvery shadows under a golden dome.
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Some of the wildest areas I have ever wandered have been in Arizona. It is lonely, haunting, yet achingly beautiful. Alone in nature with it’s specter of gnarly trees that stand as a warning of the desert extremes, the creatures who eke out a life in a non-forgiving land, and the ghosts of those who have walked these trails before us – I feel the throbbing passion within these cold, still stones.
My heart ever lives in this wild, wild place.
Boynton Pass Road and Boynton Canyon – a response to Ailsa’s travel theme this week: Wild.
Our pecan tree took a lightening hit, which left it with a blood red scar running down it’s stately trunk, but possibly saved our house.
The day following the strike that hit our tree, another strike hit our neighbor’s home and wiped out her electronics. I am grateful our ground wire took the hit instead!
My question: Will we have roasted pecans this year?
The Path: The lightening ran down the tree, peeling bark in a long and twisting stripe, then about 2 foot above the ground, it jumped to a cable that was stapled along the fence (shredding it to pieces). Running along that cable it hit a nail, blasted through the fence, and melted our burried tv/internet cable. Zooming towards the house it hit the ground wire and fizzled.
The melted wire below was cut and removed by the cable repair man. The other side of this fence has a scorch flare.
Below are some of the big pieces. There were a lot of small ones too. Notice how the plastic is stripped away leaving bare the inner wire.
We have a pecan tree on the corner of our property (a corner lot not quite double the size of a normal lot in our sub-division.) Years ago it was a scrappy little tree, planted before we arrived, and left with no pedigree. It was a forgotten object left to its own devices in the corner. When it went through its teen years, I even contemplated cutting it down. What was it? It looked really rough and like it would not amount to much.
Then a couple of years ago one of the dogs began bringing nuts to us. I had never seen such a funny looking nut and it took us a while to figure out where they were coming from. Fortunately one of us is from the South and pointed out that our scraggly little tree was a pecan tree (pronounced “pee kahn” here in the North and “pee can” in the South).
This year, the tree came into it’s own. It seems to have grown overnight and filled out into a robust adult, producing more nuts than the squirrels could keep up with. Suddenly this was the busiest corner on the lot (between the squirrels shaking down pecans and the dogs shaking down the squirrels.)
After the dry summer, the trees, including our gorgeous red maple, lost their leaves with little fanfare. However, for the first time in its life the lowly pecan tree took center stage in a splendid display. Or is it simply that this is the first time I noticed?
This is a second installment on the weekly challenge. However, this morning we were pulling out of a parking lot in a semi-developed area and it was so startling to see this bird silhouetted in the tree — I had to stop and take a photo.
Was he welcoming the rising sun from a tree instead of waiting in the dark on his normal grounded habitat?
Posted in participation with the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge.