Why It Is Called Beaver Dam
We are often accused of not helping out the economy because we are great do it yourself types. Well, we did try to hire someone, to pick-up the overabundance of autumn leaves that we had raked; to no avail. He spent hours, accomplishing little, other than trying our patience, as we watched him pretend to work. At three o’clock, he called it a day, promising to be back the next morning, to finish the job. I foolishly paid him, believing he would return, which he did not. Thus, as we prepare for Thanksgiving, Kate decided to pick-up the leaves, before the major snow storm arrives tomorrow.
In looking for a place to dispose of the leaves, she found out why we live on Beaver Dam!
Kate ran into the house, where I was answering Anthony’s delightful letter, and told me to quickly grab my camera, which I did.
As I approached the tree, Kate warned me to be careful, the winds are starting to pick-up, as we get ready for tomorrows snow storm, and I most assuredly see our beaver tree swaying in the wind.
Neither of us has ever seen a tree in this state, I have to say it is quite a thrill to see any part of the world in a natural state. We have, by the way, seen the beavers, which came up to the porch one day; to check out the peanuts we had set out for the blue jays, but have been unable to photograph them thus far.
Kate then turned back to her nemesis tree and asked why they did not pick on her oak. I replied, with her luck, the tree would fall in the wrong direction.
