The street filled with all these happy men throwing up ropes that magically reappeared as a ladder.
I had never seen a tree get climbed. Not in real life. Maybe in picture books of kids who didn't look like anyone I knew. Those picture book trees looked like they had steps and the trees I grew up with were tall and thin and had no steps and they lived behind barriers that said don't walk on the grass and don't touch anything if you accidentally do walk on the grass.
The trees on the block I had lived on for 36 years always reminded me of the socialite ladies in New Yorker cartoons. Tall and elegant and certainly not to be climbed. These big guys just scampered up.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking for Asian Beetles."
"Oh."
"We are checking all the trees in New York City."
"All of them?"
"Yeah. We're almost done. It took five years."
The guys told me the trees I respectfully hadn't climbed for 36 years were called London Plane and the pretty ones that told me spring was here by their pink-white flowers were Ornamental Pear Trees.
All I could think was what a great job. What a great, great job.
5 comments:
Fun to watch men in their natural element isn't it? lol
LOLOL!
I need to apply for that job! And seeing the words, Asian beetles made me think of Yoko Ono.
wow...i spent half my childhood in trees. claire, one day you need to climb one. not one of the dainty ladies in new york city, but a solid oak or something. i'll bring a ladder :) - again, loooove the writing!
Perhaps, El you can teach Marty to climb trees. I'll wave from the bottom and have a coffee. There are coffee shops near your trees, right?
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