Today is the 40th Anniversary of
Earth Day. Many (many) years ago when I was a senior in high school I worked on the school newspaper. That year one of my news articles was about Earth day. So to do my part I convinced my Dad to let me plant some trees. He was happy to oblige me and I was gung-ho to dig the holes myself. He bought 4 Texas Ash trees. Now these weren't teeny tiny trees. These were 4 BIG trees in BIG buckets that needed BIG holes. This is when I learned a valuable lesson about Texas soil. After you dig about 12 inches you hit limestone....hard, big, impossible to get around, limestone. Needless to say I might have dug the first 12 inches of one of the holes for the trees. My brother took on the task of the other 3 and 3/4 holes. I think one tree was planted in just rock and never flourished like the others.
I am still very proud of those trees and that story. See most Dads might have talked me into something smaller and more managable, but not my Dad. He let me go for it and learn my own lessons and create my own story.
I still drive by my old house from time to time and I still Chris about this story everytime we go by. The trees have gotten really big and one had to be taken out because they were over growing each other...but here they are, planted Earth Day 1990.
My Earth Day trees are the ones nearest the white trucks. Looking good for 20 year old trees.
And just to go down memory lane a little more, here are more pictures of the house I spent my youth in.
There is a glimpse of the famous shed that caught on fire when I was in college.
and just for good measure, here is Tallie's old house too.
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