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It's nearly the end of my time in Boston. As always, the summer has flown much too quickly, but it has been a very good summer. This summer has been full of strange new things. A new city, new friends, and new skills. I have done many things this summer I never thought I would do. I have improved my knitting with the help of a new friend, and am moving away from scarves, and things that require knitting only in straight lines. And I have learned many new things about plants and their maintenance this summer as well.
This summer presented me with one of the scariest insects I have ever heard about in the horticultural world, with the discovery of the ALB in Boston, right across the street from the Arboretum. The USDA became a familiar sight on the grounds and I spent a week staring at any suspicious hole in the arboretum's trees through a pair of binoculars. We didn't find any beetles, and I say that with much relief. It would have been devastating to find them here, in this immensely valuable collection.
I spent a lot of time with assorted tools in my hands. I have learned to use a chainsaw, a woodchipper, and how to drive the bucketloader. I climbed a tree, which I never thought I would do. Heights terrify me, and the idea of going up a tree with a only a rope was deeply frightening. But I did it. And I would do it again.
On the writing front, I am more or less stalled where I am. I have ideas, and I poke at them once in a while, but nothing is making me sit up and write.
This summer presented me with one of the scariest insects I have ever heard about in the horticultural world, with the discovery of the ALB in Boston, right across the street from the Arboretum. The USDA became a familiar sight on the grounds and I spent a week staring at any suspicious hole in the arboretum's trees through a pair of binoculars. We didn't find any beetles, and I say that with much relief. It would have been devastating to find them here, in this immensely valuable collection.
I spent a lot of time with assorted tools in my hands. I have learned to use a chainsaw, a woodchipper, and how to drive the bucketloader. I climbed a tree, which I never thought I would do. Heights terrify me, and the idea of going up a tree with a only a rope was deeply frightening. But I did it. And I would do it again.
On the writing front, I am more or less stalled where I am. I have ideas, and I poke at them once in a while, but nothing is making me sit up and write.