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Miguela Holt y Roybal

Miguela Holt y Roybal
Location
New Mexico, USA
Birthday
March 10
Title
Monarch of All She Surveys
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Good
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Miguela Holt y Roybal is my maiden name en Espanol. I am a retired schoolteacher and aspiring author looking for crumbs of beauty among the ruins. My novel has been a work in progress for longer than I care to admit. It is a postmodern pastiche of magical realism and about a young woman from New Mexico who goes to work in Washington, DC during the 1980s. She has been a longtime witness to the secret rituals of the Penitente culture in her home state and learns about herself and redemption as she sallies forth on her quest for novelty and adventure. I claim fair useage of images found on the internet that illustrate some of my posts. All contents copyrighted by the author unless otherwise noted. All rights reserved.

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JANUARY 19, 2012 1:32PM

The View from My Window

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A Majestic Pine Tree Comes Down

I live in a small college town in the student ghetto.  My home is almost one hundred years old and the town was built up around it.  This is the view from my beautiful bay window--a family home.  If you look carefully, you can see a noble old pine tree that I have admired for decades is being cut down.  It died last year in the unrelenting drought and incredible freeze along with two willows on my own property.

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 I should have picked up the green litter on the sidewalk before I took this picture.  All the litter in town it seems like ends up in my yard.

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 Goodbye, faithful friend.  God, how you will be missed.

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This is Mr. Ortiz.  He cut down this tree all by himself.  Not really.  His son in law, the homeowner, helped.  Thanks for posing for me while you were working, guys.

 

 

 

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I hate when trees have to come down. Years ago we had this huge Monterey pine along the side of our house, but the roots were raising two driveways & a sidewalk. I had to leave the day they cut it down, I couldn't watch. I loved that tree & the way the wind whistled thru on wintry days. I used to lay on the couch & watch it sway from the window. Sad sigh.
I keep seeing the trees come down in our town, Miguela. When will more be planted?
Better run out and plant another one asap!! I love your view and the red cardinal.
ha. this surprises me,
not:
"ll the litter in town it seems like ends up in my yard."

trees are solidly stalwart until suddenly, well,
we kill em. Or Nature does.

Seeds from this tree, if it be there long,
have traversed the planet.
All we can hope for now is that a tree will go somewhere else.

I do like your cardinal in the window.
There is something sad about a tree coming down. Yes, plant another one. ~r
My ex would never cut down that tree. He is one to leave dead trees up for years just hoping they will come back.
You can never let hope go. Goodbye sweet friend indeed.:(
HUGGGGGGGGGGG
I'm sorry about your trees; they are like friends, in a way. But your lace curtains are pretty and so is that beautiful blue sky.
I'm sorry Miguela, they really are old friends. I love my trees and one that my neighbor has that I look at all the time. It's sad that they get sick and leave us too.
This reminds me of something that happened when I was a child that I had completely forgotten, until your last caption. A tree was cut down in our front yard, probly for the same reason, altho I was much to young to understand - probly two or three years old. I just remember looking out the front window and watching it come crashing down. I remember feeling frightened and then being stricken with a grief I didn't understand, and I remember crying. I also remember growing up and playing on and around the stump, having forgotten the sadness I'd felt when the tree it had supported came down.
Your sidewalk looks like my ditch in my front yard, from cars throwing drink and beer bottles out at night. Everyday I have to pick them up. Sorry about the tree, that's sad!
I had no idea of how traumatic I found the cutting down of a tree until we once went to a tree farm for our Christmas tree. I know they are planted expressly for the purpose of being farmed but to watch my husband cutting the tree made me feel like a murderer. The next year we bought a tree with roots intact and gave it to friends who have a large property.
You put me in mind of 1955 when Hurricane hazel took our weeping willows. I was four and remember it vividly. :( r.
so sad. when my grandmother had to cut down the cherry tree that had always been in front of her house, I felt awful. Her house still looks so naked and exposed.
Pretty neat how you can see the guy in the tree shadow on the house.
What a shame. I hope the family will plant another pine tree there.
Goodbye, old friend, may you be well remembered by many.

Touching.

--r--
Suzie--I will miss that tree so much because like you, I watched a tree through all weathers and loved it year-round. Evergreens are that way. Now it is nevermore on EA Poe's birthday. Thanks for your memory that added to this post.

JamesP--The trees keep coming down here. I am resolved to plant at least two this spring. Apple and pecan.

Zanelle--Mr. Ortiz, the grandpa and tree cutter, said he was bringing the family some pinon trees. They are not very tall but pinenuts make great pesto. Thanks dear for commiserating with me today.
JamesE--Your comment cheered me considerably today. I am also going to attend a funeral of a seventeen year old girl this evening and so I needed that.

MaryS--This place is drier than Arizona; trees unfortunately do not spring up around here but must be carefully nourished, nay cherished, in order to live especially in the early years. It is hard with all the water restrictions implemented each spring and summer. I am planting this summer, a couple of trees, although I have room for an orchard. Thanks :D for reading and commenting.

Joan--I am surprised how many people have joined me in the sorrow of a downed tree with memories of their own. The wooden giants really are special entities and deserve to be hugged. I wish I had done so to this tree before it died and had to be cut down. Is that silly?
Toritto--:'- ( Thanks.
Linda--I am afraid I am like your husband. There were a few green branches on my willows and I am going to water and try to see what happens this spring before I cut them down. When they go, there go my shade trees and they were a little sparce already. Thanks for cheering me a little. I am really sad today.

Tinkerbelle--I know!

Margaret--Thanks for the compliment about the curtains on my pretty window. I love stained glass but can't afford a panel and so the little cardinal will have to do. That plant is held in a fake (but an old good one) Roseville Peony jardiniere and pedestal that I bought at a garage sale for one dollar. It is wonderful.

L'Heure Bleue--You are right to note that even trees have a life span and get sick and die. Still, I looked at that tree all the time like you do your neighbor's. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Chicken Maaan--Yours is the sweetest story that I almost cried and yet I was heartened that you later played happily around the stump. I never liked that book called The Giving Tree as much as others do because of the stump but you reminded me that life goes on. A lesson I needed today.

Scanner--Poor us! I live on a corner and pick up the beer bottles, soda cups and plastic tops with straws still stuck in them and cigarette butts daily. The irony is that I do not partake of ANY of those things myself. That tree being gone made my world a little uglier still. Thanks.
Crissie--That is so cute how you felt about the Christmas trees being cut down. Like you, I know that they are farmed. Nevertheless, I have two fake trees. Well they were once wood but I reuse them year after year.

Jon--My willows are gone this year! Trees really are like people with their presence; they seem to speak to us. Thanks for commenting :D.

doloresflores--I wish I had thought of your perfectly apt phrases. Without their trees, houses do look exposed and naked. Worse. Thanks for stopping by.
Your pictures speak of sad as your words promise hope; like the red cardinal.
Suzie--I will miss that tree so much because like you, I watched a tree through all weathers and loved it year-round. Evergreens are that way. Now it is nevermore on EA Poe's birthday. Thanks for your memory that added to this post.

JamesP--The trees keep coming down here. I am resolved to plant at least two this spring. Apple and pecan.

Zanelle--Mr. Ortiz, the grandpa and tree cutter, said he was bringing the family some pinon trees. They are not very tall but pinenuts make great pesto. Thanks dear for commiserating with me today.

JamesE--Your comment cheered me considerably today. I am also going to attend a funeral of a seventeen year old girl this evening and so I needed that.

MaryS--This place is drier than Arizona; trees unfortunately do not spring up around here but must be carefully nourished, nay cherished, in order to live especially in the early years. It is hard with all the water restrictions implemented each spring and summer. I am planting this summer, a couple of trees, although I have room for an orchard. Thanks :D for reading and commenting.

Joan--I am surprised how many people have joined me in the sorrow of a downed tree with memories of their own. The wooden giants really are special entities and deserve to be hugged. I wish I had done so to this tree before it died and had to be cut down. Is that silly?

Toritto--:'- ( Thanks.

Linda--I am afraid I am like your husband. There were a few green branches on my willows and I am going to water and try to see what happens this spring before I cut them down. When they go, there go my shade trees and they were a little sparce already. Thanks for cheering me a little. I am really sad today.

Tinkerbelle--I know!

Margaret--Thanks for the compliment about the curtains on my pretty window. I love stained glass but can't afford a panel and so the little cardinal will have to do. That plant is held in a fake (but an old good one) Roseville Peony jardiniere and pedestal that I bought at a garage sale for one dollar. It is wonderful.

L'Heure Bleue--You are right to note that even trees have a life span and get sick and die. Still, I looked at that tree all the time like you do your neighbor's. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Chicken Maaan--Yours is the sweetest story that I almost cried and yet I was heartened that you later played happily around the stump. I never liked that book called The Giving Tree as much as others do because of the stump but you reminded me that life goes on. A lesson I needed today.

Scanner--Poor us! I live on a corner and pick up the beer bottles, soda cups and plastic tops with straws still stuck in them and cigarette butts daily. The irony is that I do not partake of ANY of those things myself. That tree being gone made my world a little uglier still. Thanks.

Crissie--That is so cute how you felt about the Christmas trees being cut down. Like you, I know that they are farmed. Nevertheless, I have two fake trees. Well they were once wood but I reuse them year after year.

Jon--My willows are gone this year! Trees really are like people with their presence; they seem to speak to us. Thanks for commenting :D.

doloresflores--I wish I had thought of your perfectly apt phrases. Without their trees, houses do look exposed and naked. Worse. Thanks for stopping by.
Leapin'Larry--I didn't notice that detail in the photo. Thanks for pointing it out.

dunniteowl--Thanks for adding your appreciation for the tree to mine. That was nice.

dwhite--What a lovely and hopeful comment. Thank you.
Friends--I have some video to post of the actual felling of the tree but it was too large or something wrong with it. The instructions were to ask for an administrator to increase the size and I have made that request. I was disappointed that it couldn't be posted right away with a video update.
Isn't it amazing what one can see out our own front window, a little of life, a little of death....Las Vegas N.M.?
Marty'sHusband--A little death and a little life. Yes. That thought is poignant to me today because I attended the funeral of a little seventeen year old girl who died in a senseless accident, my daughter's best friend and one of my former students.

Las Vegas? If only. Northern New Mexico is so gorgeous as you must surely know and where we hail from, though. This is in Portales--eighteen miles from the border of Texas and home of Eastern New Mexico University. Are you from NM?
Miguela~ Been away and nice to see this post, although I am sorry about the tree. Guess what?? Saw a mosaic in the terminal of the New York subway and thought of you ...
The death of a tree is very sad, no less so than seeing them dry up in a draught. May the rains bring life and renew hope.

R♥
It is so sad to see trees come down, I've watched over the years as the trees that once surrounded my yard have slowly been removed and fear I may be losing one of my own soon...sigh.
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