This is our once majestic honey locust tree. Once upon a time it was full leaves and full of life. It was almost 10 feet short of beating the state record for being the largest tree. We estimate that it was over 100 years old. But unless you count the rings, there is no way to know for sure. I don’t have the patience for that. It began to die almost a year ago, I think someone may have damaged a few of the roots. So down it had to come.
One by one, the limbs were cut down. Some a little less graceful than others. That was close!
Something tells me that was not in the plan. At least that was our fence, and our neighbors don’t mind us in their yard. 🙂
The final limb came down with a thud.
Unfortunately, one little girl was playing a little too rough with the spikes. We are still unsure just how it happened. Either she was trying to kick one around in the yard, or kicking it off part of the tree to add to her collection, or if she simply back into it, it is unclear. One of the spikes went through her rubber boot to her left foot. Do you know what it’s like to try to remove a splinter from a 6-year-old whom hasn’t had a nap, and hysterical to boot? Not easy, not easy at all. So to the emergency room we went.
After the 30 minute drive to the After Hours clinic and a 10 minute wait in the waiting room fill out the paper work, we were given a room in the back. We watched an episode of Sponge Bob, made rubber glove balloons, and paper hearts, before we got to go take some X-Rays of her foot. The x-rays came back. Turns out, there wasn’t a splinter. It just poked through her boot and gave her a little prick. It’s a wonder what a pizza and a stop at the frozen yogurt shop can do for one’s spirits. Not to mention getting brother to cater to your every whim. Yeah, I’d say she milked it.
I am happy to report that our little patient is doing well. She is up running, and jumping around like nothing ever happened.