Tree Debris

'I know what you're thinking about,' said Tweedledum; 'but it isn't so, nohow.'

'Contrariwise,' continued Tweedledee,

 'if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.'

                                                                                                            --Lewis Carroll

Contrariwise to Tweedledee, I must say it is; 

there are two unwelcome guests in the Shire every spring.

The first, "The Green Sheen" was introduced earlier this week.

The second, the Green Sheen's evil twin, "Tree Debris" is the subject of today's blog.

Tree Debris is Tweedledee to Green Sheen's Tweedledum.

They are equally exasperating.

Tree Debris begins where the Green Sheen leaves off.

As the dusty green powder departs--yet before we can breathe a collective sigh of relief--

the rain of Tree Debris begins to fall. 

It starts in high places like the catkins do.

In pine trees, inumerable bundles of caterpillar-sized seeds dry up and fall off.

Multitudes of maple seedlings  parachute down from their heights.



And where do they all land? They litter the moss garden

and congregate outside the back door

 and easily find their way into my car, my house, and of course, puppy dog tails.

As Tweedledee recites to Alice in the poem "The Walrus and the Carpenter":

"If seven maids with seven mops
   Swept it for half a year,

Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
   "That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
   And shed a bitter tear.

I guess, like Alice, we just have to wait out the annoying twosome of spring

and hope our encounter with them is short.

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