The Cacophony of Chainsaws Has Ended

     For the last few days it has been very noisy around our house, as the three-man crew of arborists have been working to reduce the size of the old willow trees that had the potential of damaging our house if they blew over.  Not only was there the whine coming from the several chainsaws, but there was a big chipper that loudly chewed up all of the branches and limbs that had been removed.  The engine on the big truck that held the boom also was running the whole time.

    I found it very interesting to see how the arborists went about removing the big branches, some of which were above our house and an out-building.  You probably can’t see them in the photo above, but there are a couple of ropes strung on the limb Chris, the guy in the boom is cutting, and they have been slung over a big branch above it.  The guys below are holding the ropes, so that when the branch is cut, they can lower it down slowly so it won’t fall on our old chicken house.

    I have always been impressed by The Source, the company that is doing the work, at how thoroughly  they clean up after themselves, chipping all the branches, raking up the tiny twigs that have fallen during the work, and leaving our yard cleaner than it was when they started.  The ground that was soft from our warm, wet weather, did end up with some muddy area from the tracks of the machine that carried the heavy pieces of wood to a pile, but the muddy tracks were unavoidable, and will heal.

    The trunks of the sawed-off willows, look pretty miserable, and with a little imagination, they make our house look like it is surrounded by big cactus plants.  Hopefully, in a few years the willow trees will be back creating shade for us in the summer.

    The workers did buck up all the big chunks of willow, that I can now split and use for firewood.  I should have enough firewood now to keep the house warm for several years.  I also have a big pile of wood chips that I can use on the path that goes around the pond.

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Square Dancing on Thursday Night

     While I know that square dancing is considered “square” by most people.  Anyone who has actually done it, knows just how much fun and enjoyable it is.  I do more laughing on Thursday nights than any other part of the week.   I am sure that there are square dancing groups that 100% serious and hardcore, and I don’t think I would enjoy them very much.  Our McBride group is just there for the enjoyment with other community members, while at the same time, getting both some physical and mental exercise, and laughing at the mistakes we make.

   I am usually kept busy dancing, but last night I sat out a dance to take some photos.  Square dancing requires a group of eight people (four couples) for each square.  Our group normally has enough people for two squares, but I guess last night was a busy one for the community, because we only had enough dancers for one square.

    Square dancing is made up of many “calls” telling the dancers in the square what to do as the music plays.  It requires a lot of mental concentration to hear the calls as everyone is moving, then quickly remembering what the call requires you to do, and then doing it.  The calls come fast, one after the other, and if one or more people screw up, it effects everyone, and causes a “train wreck” with everyone in the wrong place, confused, and not knowing how to proceed.  It is those train wrecks that cause all of the laughing.

    As far as physical exercise, square dancing is an enjoyable way to get it.  I normally don’t get much exercise during the winter, unless it snows or we have trouble with our water system.  My average number of steps per day is 4,200, but the number of steps I get on Thursdays is about 7,200.  That increase is due to our two hours of square dancing.

    As you might expect, females are always more keen about dancing than males, so in order to make up a square of 4 couples, some of our females have to take the male roles.   They wear pants, so they can be identified as the men.  The women being women, wear skirts to avoid confusion in the chaos of dancing.

    Here are some more photos of the gyrating during a dance last night:

    

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Outside: The Roar of Chainsaws

     I love trees, but sometimes you have to step in and do some “tough love” on Nature.  For a while now, I have been worried about the old willow trees that are growing close to my house.  They were just saplings in 1977 when we bought our house, and we dug them up and transplanted them so they would be out of the way, but over the years, I built some additions to our house, which made the willows closer.  They continued to grow and grow.

    In 2014, when the willows had just gotten too tall, endangering the house if they blew over, I had an arborist crew come and cut them way back.  The poor willows looked horrible afterwards, but it didn’t stop them from growing.  Now, twelve years later, the sprouts that regrew from the tops of the trees have grown to the point where the trees were just as tall, if not taller, than they were originally, so I called the arborist to come out again to cut the willows down to 10 ft (3 m).   That should eliminate the danger to the house. 

    It is fascinating to watch the arborists do their work high above the ground, in a boom.  Others are gathering the falling branches and turning them into chips.  They are also bucking up the big chunks so can use them for firewood.  Some of the big sections of the trees are so heavy, they have to use a special machine to carry them to be bucked up (photo below);

    Again, like the last time the arborists were here, it is hard to watch what is being done to the old willows, but it is something that has to be done.  Hopefully in a few years, as they grow new limbs from their tops, we won’t even notice all the amputating that is being done to them now.

    

    

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Miscellaneous Photos: Holland/Belgium, 1996

     Here are a few photos I found interesting from Holland or Belgium.  I can’t remember much about them or where they were taken, but I found them interesting.   Obviously, the one above is me trying out some stocks.  Despite my smile, I don’t think being sentenced to time in the stocks, would have been a very pleasant experience.

    The photo below show a “Pollard” tree.  Pollarding is a specific way of pruning trees.  The upper branches are removed, which causes growth of dense heads of foliage and branches.  The practice was started by the Romans, and has been used in Europe since medieval times.   It is used to keep trees at a determined height, or to create ornamental trees.  It seems like torture for the trees, but they survive and look really interesting.

    The photo at the very bottom gives an indication of just how popular bicycles are in Holland.

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1996: Brussels' St. Micheal's Cathedral

    On our way back to the Brussel’s Central Station, we spotted St. Micheal’s Cathedral, and climbed a hill to explore it.  My wife, with her life-long interest of medieval cathedrals, told me that it wasn’t a very big one, but I had never experienced an old European cathedral before, and found the massive structure and its ornate vertical interior with it’s high vaulting, a total wonder of design and architecture.  The construction of St. Micheals started in the 11th Century and was completed in the 16th Century.

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Our 1996 Visit to Brussel's "Grand Place"

      The next day we got up at 6:00 to travel to Belgium.  We walked to Amsterdam’s Central Station, and caught the train to Brussels.  Crossing the border into Belgium was a non-event.  The train just continued on to Brussels, and we got out there.   

    Our first impression of Belgium was not very positive, in fact we found the Brussel’s Central Station depressing.   We departed our train underground, whose decor was black walls with dirty yellow trim.  It didn’t help that that the gloomy surroundings were inadequately lit with fluorescent bulbs that didn’t put out much light.   Hopefully, Brussels’ Central Station is more cheerful-looking these days.   Upstairs in the main part of the station, things seemed much more welcoming, until we were charged 10 Francs to use the washrooms.

    It was a day of smells.  The woman that sat next to my wife on the train had body odor.   The dark area where we got off of the train smelled of urine, and there was the smell of sewage seeping up from the grates on the streets later when we were walking around in Bruge.

    We weren’t very well prepared for Brussels and so we found it very confusing to us at first.  We didn’t know where to go when we left the Central Station.  Both the map displayed on the sidewalk and the map in our tourist guide didn’t help us at all.  We decided to just follow the other tourists, and that worked for us.  We eventually found the Grand Place.  I was pretty skeptical about anything with a name like that, but found it very impressive.  I hadn’t realized that “Grand Place” was just a French term for a square.

    The Grand Place is designated as a World Heritage Site.  It is a  large square surrounded by 17th Century Baroque, Gothic, and Louis XIV buildings, with fancy ornamental stone facades.  There were preparations going on for some festival.  Workers were busy marking out a design that would be used for covering the large surface of the square with colorful flowers.

    After being impressed by the architecture of the old buildings surrounding the square, we wandered out onto a street, not knowing where to go or what to do.   We came upon a statue of a little boy peeing.  It was surrounded by a huge crowd of tourists, busily snapping photos.  I managed to restrain myself.

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1996: Our Day in Holland's De Hoge Veluwe National Park

      The next day we made our first use of our EuroRail pass by taking the train outside of Amsterdam to visit De Hoge Veluwe National Park.  We were quite impressed with the comfort and efficiency of the European train.  I became even more impressed after showing the conductor our EuroRail pass and he told us we should be up in a First Class car instead of the Second Class one.  We moved, but even the Second Class car was plenty impressive to me.

    After about an hour, we got off the train and waited for the bus that would take us into the park.  The Hoge Veluwe National Park was not exactly what we had expected.  Back home we live close to the Mountain National Parks in the Canadian Rockies, and we were spoiled by the spectacular views and wildlife of those internationally known parks.  In comparison, De Hoge  was a let down, but we nevertheless enjoyed seeing it.  Its landscape was flat, partially heath and partially treed.  I guess they have herds of Red Deer and other wildlife, but while there, we didn’t see any.

    De Hoge Veluwe Park was a bit of a strange mixture.  It was initially created by a wealthy couple, the husband of which was an avid hunter, and the wife, a passionate art collector.  They bought up the land to create the park hoping to bring both nature and art together for the public.

    Once we got off the bus, we got ourselves a map and climbed on the free white bicycle, to begin our exploration of the place.   The area was very flat, so biking was a lot easier than in the Robson Valley.  

    We biked down Trail One, which led us to a sandy area which held the hunting lodge.  It mysteriously emitted “machine gun” sounds (?).  The Hunting Lodge was an architectural interesting building which featured a high tower. (Photo below) It certainly didn’t look like any hunting lodges I had ever imagined.

    More to our interests was an art museum that surprisingly, had paintings by Van Gogh, Surat, Pissarro, and Picasso.

    After a lunch at the museum, we got back on our bikes and took Path Two.  There were a lot of other bikers on the trail whizzing by us in both directions.

    It was a long bike ride to the Park entrance, and we were quite dismayed upon discovering that we had ended up in a different entrance that the one we arrived on, and that our return bus ticket, weren’t valid at this other entrance.  We ended up hiking out of the park, and buying another bus ticket to take us to Arden, where we used our EuroRail pass to get us back to Amsterdam.

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