We've had some pretty gnarly weather here in Vegas for the past several weeks. (As I type this, the sun is shining, but less than 48 hours ago, white stuff was raining from the sky. No dead birds, thankfully.)
I snapped this picture the week of Christmas. It is of our street. It's supposed to show the mountain we live next to...but there is no mountain to be seen, just clouds.
I snapped this picture the week of Christmas. It is of our street. It's supposed to show the mountain we live next to...but there is no mountain to be seen, just clouds.
Hello, Mountain? Are you there? Hello?
The cloud cover was low enough to touch. I'm not sure when cloud cover becomes fog, but we don't really ever deal with fog in the desert. Or do we? Can someone look this up for me?
Anyways, the point of this whole post is that those crazy-low clouds lead to extreme winds, which in turn knocked down a gigantic branch off of the tree in front of our house. Now, I'm all for yard and landscaping and consider myself fairly proficient with both our lawn mower and shrub trimmer, but this was out of my bailiwick.
So I called Brian, Ye of the Great List of Referrals. (I swear, he is the best person to call for darn near anything related to services in Vegas. Plumbers, electricians, general contractors, etc. He has an entire office of people to ask and can usually get back to me within 45 minutes. Impressive.) I told him we needed a lawn care service, stat, and one that could take down branches the size of small cars but without killing or hurting our tree. I was very concerned about our tree and have become quite fond of it in the six months we've lived here.
And not only did the Great Referral Source agree that I should not be climbing trees with power tools (made only more dangerous by my crippling fear of heights), he suggested using a certified arborist. Be still by heart! A certified arborist! The Rolls Royce of lawn care services! I cannot describe the love I felt towards this man in that moment; not only does he love me and our baby, but he loves our trees! And wants to make sure they live to see another season! Hurrah!
So I called and they came out today to repair our ailing little tree. It was painful to watch the hacking of limbs, but I kept telling myself, "This is necessary. Sometimes you gotta break some eggs if you want to make an omlette." Probably the most unexpected part is that the workmen's actions kept Scotty fascinated for a full 30 minutes as he gazed out the window. Nothing has ever kept his attention for this long - TV, the iPad, me dancing like a loon. But our front yard was quite a sight to behold when there is man in your tree.
Anyways, the point of this whole post is that those crazy-low clouds lead to extreme winds, which in turn knocked down a gigantic branch off of the tree in front of our house. Now, I'm all for yard and landscaping and consider myself fairly proficient with both our lawn mower and shrub trimmer, but this was out of my bailiwick.
So I called Brian, Ye of the Great List of Referrals. (I swear, he is the best person to call for darn near anything related to services in Vegas. Plumbers, electricians, general contractors, etc. He has an entire office of people to ask and can usually get back to me within 45 minutes. Impressive.) I told him we needed a lawn care service, stat, and one that could take down branches the size of small cars but without killing or hurting our tree. I was very concerned about our tree and have become quite fond of it in the six months we've lived here.
And not only did the Great Referral Source agree that I should not be climbing trees with power tools (made only more dangerous by my crippling fear of heights), he suggested using a certified arborist. Be still by heart! A certified arborist! The Rolls Royce of lawn care services! I cannot describe the love I felt towards this man in that moment; not only does he love me and our baby, but he loves our trees! And wants to make sure they live to see another season! Hurrah!
So I called and they came out today to repair our ailing little tree. It was painful to watch the hacking of limbs, but I kept telling myself, "This is necessary. Sometimes you gotta break some eggs if you want to make an omlette." Probably the most unexpected part is that the workmen's actions kept Scotty fascinated for a full 30 minutes as he gazed out the window. Nothing has ever kept his attention for this long - TV, the iPad, me dancing like a loon. But our front yard was quite a sight to behold when there is man in your tree.
Man in Tree
Curious Bear
Could this be a possible career choice for our little Bear one day?
A mom can only dream.
::sigh::
A mom can only dream.
::sigh::
'No, not that branch!'
(please excuse the giant mess that is our living room.)
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