All in one night… the shocking truth of it… one, our Mimosa Tree has Vascular Wilt Disease. How do we know this? Well… we walked out into the front yard tonight to discover that half the tree, the rest of the half that had already lost a large branch, had broken off. It was lying there, sprawled across part of the butterfly bush and what was left of the peonies. So, with saw in hand, my sweetie started the process of cutting it away and then cutting it up. I grabbed smaller branches and broken them down. Then we researched… which is how we know now that we have Vascular Wilt Disease. Which, if you ask me, is too pretty a word for it. It should be called brown crap oozing from the open wound where your tree just split in two disease. …if you ask me.
The other disaster this evening… while we were dealing with the tree, our man Weston was running about the yard, as is his usual practice in the evenings, when he inadvertently stepped on a bee and was stung in his foot. It was one of the very few times we’ve heard him yelp, and yelp he did. He limped over to where we were working on the tree and definitely got our attention. We, of course, dropped what we were doing and tended to him, pulling out the stinger and then putting honey on it. I know… honey you ask… well… that’s what one old wives tale said to do, so we tried it. I don’t think it took the pain away, but he briefly forgot about being in pain as he licked the honey off, so in a way… it worked.
Now… we sleep.
