Thursday, June 23, 2011
Summer Solstice is a very Long Day
The problem is straightforward: The city owns the land. They're selling it. We have to leave. We have two months.
Lester, the apple farmer, has rented the land for years and years. He's the one who welcomed us there. Now he has to leave too.
They'll level the old farm house and the crumbling outbuildings. At some point they'll probably bulldoze the 700+ apple trees too. All I could think about is where will the Orioles, Warblers, Chickadees and Pheasants go? I've never seen more birds than on this property. It's a bird watcher's delight.
"Are you crying?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. "Sorry. I'm a girl so I can't help but cry."
"I cried too," he said, "and I'm not a girl." He tried to laugh.
It was a sad moment. Two people who cherish the ground under their feet. Now it felt like sifting sands.
He explained that he was trying to find an alternate location for me. I realized he's like me. Trying to give a solution along with the problem. He didn't want to have to tell me but he had no choice. The hives had to go. He knew I loved it there.
The property will be worth millions for some industrial company or investor so it's well beyond our wildest dreams to purchase it for ourselves. Les thought the demolition could begin in a couple months.
21 June is the Summer Solstice, the longest day of daylight. I agree. It was a long day.