Over many years the woods across from our house (they’re part of the land we rent) have evolved into a natural jigsaw puzzle, a chaotic mix of blackberry bushes and honeysuckle and scrub oaks; the tops of firs and an impressive Ponderosa pine tower above it. For its part, the ground is a first-class tangle of grass and weed, and this season I decided to push back, to clear an area—a zone—of unnecessary vegetation and reclaim our now-overgrown view of the trees.
But I didn’t jump in pell-mell with hand- and chain saw; the woods deserved a deliberate approach. Like the barber says, I can cut it short but I can’t put it back. And so it was, that after several days of trimming dead branches and clearing brush, I noticed how lovely these woods really are.
In particular, these boughs impressed me with their graceful shapes; I worked around them, mindful of the stage they were dancing across. Not too much off the background! Leave that grass! And that moss! Until I had it just right . . .
I’ve tried to have a regular haircut, but it just pops back up again, so this is the way it’s going to be. — Rod Stewart