It was a pretty busy weekend for us, though not nearly as busy as for some.
We’ve joined the neighborhood pool club, since Margie loves the water, and we want Katherine to as well. It’s a lot more expensive than I’d expected, but they seem to be enjoying themselves. I got to take Katherine for an hour Friday afternoon.
Friday night we playtested a new Pulp Adventures module for Doyce. Good fun.
Saturday we … um … I know we did a bunch of stuff … oh, yeah, we went to Finding Nemo with Katherine. Then we hit Target, and ended up spending a lot more money than expected (though that included a new booster seat for Katherine in the van; the current car seat will go into the Saturn). A healthy dinner at KFC, then off to Whole Foods to pick up this and that, then Ace Hardware to not find the sprinkler pipe that Doyce needs …
And then we babysat Jake and Dizzy until around 11:30p (Doyce being off GMing all day, and Jackie and Justin being at a soccer tourney down in the Springs).
Sunday, we had the usual church thang in the a.m., followed by a trip to the store. I replaced some bad sprinkler heads at home, we raced off to the parish picnic, headed back to Home Depot to buy replacement maple trees (the two we bought last season never made it through the winter, though their brother over at the Testerfolks came through just fine). Then Margie and Kitten went off to the pool, and I …
… got to sit on my butt for three hours, listening to candidates for the new Episcopal bishop in Colorado (whom I’m part of the delegation to elect in three weeks). It was actually pretty interesting, and the six guys, though all very different, have a lot to offer to the diocese (and come across a lot better than their position papers or their video appearances would indicate).
Then home and to bed. Just another weekend in paradise.
Blast. Sorry about the trees…
Well, they were bare-root, skinny saplings, purchased late in the season. Not wildly surprising.
The new ones are in 15-gal dirt tubs, with lots of branches and lots of leaves. They’re about where the last-year’s tree would have been in three or four years, I’m guessing. Of course, they were 2.5x the price, but …
Not sure how you feel about manual labor, but the U.S. Forest Service has a pretty good deal on transplanting wild trees. We went to the South Park FS and bought permits for five trees. The permits are $10 each and we are allowed to take a tree up to eight feet tall. Very good stuff.
Manual Labor? Didn’t we hire him to mow the lawn, honey?
An intriguing thought, though I’m not sure (a) how well a tree from higher elevation would do down in the flats (cf aspens), and (b) how well an 8′ transplanted tree would do.
I’m not interested in digging a hole for much more than what we’ve got, which is a bit over 6′, I think.
Ba Doomp! He’ll be here all week.
We did not actually get 8′ trees. The pamphlets we received, along with the permits, detailed how tall and what types of trees can be taken. The trees we transplanted were much closer to 5. So far, they are doing very well. Two aspen, three mugo pine (I think).
Mugo pines do well down here on the flats. Aspen, not so much — and they’re junk trees, and only live for 10-20 years anyway (and they send runners under the lawn something awful).