Me and Huish

22 Oct

A pecan tree lives roughly in the middle of the quarter-acre bit of world, of which my local social customs have granted me stewardship.

She is maybe forty-fifty feet tall. Her trunk has expanded from around a foot in diameter, to around a foot and a half, in the thirteen years since my mother was kind enough to pay for my stewardship.

Occasionally servants of the electric company cut her back from the power lines. Fortunately, this only happens every four years or so.

I named her Huish because that’s what she says when the wind blows through her leaves. 

I gave her some fish emulsion last year. Also I give her wash water. I use soap that doesn’t have sodium in it. Sometimes it has a little nitrogen, like when I mix in the coffee grounds. I have done this different ways, over the years.

In the summer, my dog Falcor likes to dig under Huish and lie in the damp. I water in the holes he makes, in the summer. He moves around, the holes move around.

Once about twelve years ago I climbed about halfway up Huish and sang. That was likely the end of my tree-climbing days. Joints fail.

But we have our memories. The pecans are looking really good this year, too. 

Me and Huish. 13 years.

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One Response to “Me and Huish”

  1. BroadBlogs 2013/10/23 at 10:03 am #

    Sweet.

    “I named her Huish because that’s what she says when the wind blows through her leaves.”

    Was wondering. Makes perfect sense. (Yet creative.)

    Like

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