Mid morning. A man from the town council comes to measure the oak trees in the garden. A visit as unexpected as it is unusual. The man has a little white van with an orange light on the roof. He also has a clipboard .
'' We're registering all the ancient trees in the area. I came across one last week that was at least four hundred and thirty years old. A trunk diameter of five metres thirty nine ". The man with the clipboard repeats the words '' five metres thirty nine '' . Angus makes a whistling noise which he hopes will convey interest while precluding the need for further conversation. There is only so much a foreigner can say about trees before reaching the limits of his vocabulary.
The man measures. He whistles and hums while he does so. Someone who is happy in his work. Our trees it seems are three hundred and forty years old and have a trunk diameter of four metres seventy two. They will be entered in the register but won't warrant a special plaque.
Bob and Sophie enjoy meeting the tree measurer. There again Bob and Sophie take delight in meeting everyone - no matter how unusual their job .
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They are so adorable, and getting bigger for sure. Wish I could tickle that tummy.
I can certainly think of worse jobs than driving around the countryside taking historic tree measurements.
To be happy in your work is a blessing indeed.
Have a great day.
x
Perhaps the unusual aspect of the job is that he is being paid for it. Bertie and I have participated as volunteers, as part of a team measuring and logging ancient trees in Glen Finglas, Perthshire! Bertie even has a certificate to prove it - see 8 June 2012 post.
Cheers! Gail.
As you say perhaps the unusual thing is that he gets paid for it. Austerity ? Not here .
We're sure Bob will take up the challenge to keep it watered.
XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy
Sorry to go out on a limb - we're wondering whether he came from Special Branch?
This chap may measure trees but Bob and Sophie obviously 'rule' the roost. X
Wow, what an unusual job indeed, but I'm sure he finds it interesting as well. he meets all kinds of people like you and the Font and Bob and Sophie.
The girth size of the tree in photo #4 looks quite big.
I loved the photo of the two darlings fast asleep....time for your nightcap....smile.
Only in France...by the way, from the looks of the "kids" you will need a bigger truck soon, they are growing like weeds! So glad to read that they are enjoying everyone who crosses their paths!
Karen & Kelly Rathje
oh to live somewhere where trees are valued like that. where i live . . . if they survive nature's whims of ice storms and tornadoes . . . they are often bulldozed down by developers who have to build even more stupid mc mansions. then of course they "plant" back twigs. trees are sacred to me. and trees that old? wonderful!
the puppies' job is apparent. they are to remain adorable to all they meet! and yes ... especially when asleep!
Oh, the pictures! Just want to kiss Bob's nose in that last one!
Ha ha ha! I love the randomness and oddity that rears its head on a daily basis in your corner of the world!
Robert Frost wrote: One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. So one could do worse than be a measurer of ancient trees!
Jo
You are quite right.
The tree measurer...has a certain ring does it not? Happy puppies happy meeting people. Best kind of happy!
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