Years ago, the family across the road from us had a serious septic tank overflow problem.  Not only were they a family of nine, the lady of the house took in laundry.  Yikes!   There was a constant violet stream oozing into the road.  At the time, I suggested planting a Weeping Willow on the down side of the property to alleviate the problem.  BOTH trees were as skinny as a stringbeans.  One would have been ample but they got two.  Inside of two growing seasons (and no septic pumping)  the trees looked as if they had been there for years because they were thirsty little dickens.  They bulked up, absorbing all that leakage and really looked quite nice, as they lined the driveway.  However, our neighbors finally got enough (extra) money to have the system pumped because push had finally come to shove….after three years!!!

Poplar Trees live about 40 years.  The south is covered with them.  We used the fallen Poplar for firewood, but it’s considered a  medium-soft cell tree and the woodburner will heat us fast and furiously but it soon needs replenishing.  My dad was a spiritual man, relating everything in Nature to God, as he instructed his much loved children.  He would say things like, “first to bloom…first to swoon.”  He compared people to the nature of trees.  The Evergreen is like the Faithful…always green.  The Oak was strong and proud, but when it could no longer stand the onrush of Northern winds of Winter, it snapped…usually right down the trunk….and so on.  It was a tender, loving and very instructive way to relate God to even the simple tree.  Dad managed to “speak” and “do” the God perspective at every opportunity with his children.  I got my own faith from a most uninque and loving Father.  He actually practiced what he preached and did it so gently and lovingly that even his memory is the same Rose he was when he was with us. 

Oh!  yea yeah!  “Get over it and then get on with it.”   By the way…it’s  “The Quality Goes In Before the NAME Goes On.”