The Gift (A serial, part 2)

THE GIFT (A serial, part 2)

Farmer Jim drove the tractor, and Morty sat on the trailer. When they reached the field Morty jumped off. With a saw in his hand he began to search for the perfect tree.

He wanted a shapely tree with branches all around. It could not be too big because his room was small. Morty wandered among the trees searching. Most were already five to six feet high or taller. Many had bare spots and deformed branches. With so many trees picking one was not easy. On the way to the farm, when he flew over the trees on his scooter, they all looked beautiful, but at ground level, they did not look as perfect.

Morty began asking the trees for help. “Please help me find the tree I need,” he said. “I want it to be as tall as I am. It must not be too wide. My tree will have a triangular shape, and full branches all around.” The trees responded by saying they were once exactly like that, two or three years ago.

After searching the forest for a long time, Morty stopped in front of a very tall tree.

The high tree said that he could see over the tops of all the other trees, and could see the tree that Morty wanted. “Follow this line of trees next to me,” the big tree said, “count off twenty trees, turn left, then count another five trees. There, in the center of a small clearing will be the perfect tree.”

“Thanks,” said Morty. He took the tall tree’s directions, and counted the trees as he walked. When he reached number twenty, he turned left and counted five more. There, in the center of a small clearing stood a beautiful spruce tree.

It was blue-green, and perfect. Morty stopped and stood still. He was speechless. He walked around the tree, looking for bare spots. He found none. It was as tall as he was too. The shape was a near-perfect cone. As he walked around the tree, he began talking to himself, “This tree will make a perfect present for my boss’s birthday party.” He admired the tree from all angles and could not find a single flaw. He finally broke his silence and spoke. “I’m Morty Angel, would you like to be my gift to Baby Jesus this year?”

To be continued . . .

The Gift (A serial, part one)

The Covert tree farm stretches across the countryside with pine trees of all sizes. Morty Angel can tell the age of the trees by how tall they are. The trees along the road to the entrance are a good example. Field number one has twelve foot trees. Next, is a field of ten’s then a field eight’s. Occasionally, a field was bare with only stumps protruding from the ground.

Morty came to the sign Covert Tree Farm, Christmas Trees for Sale,next to a road that led into a grove of very old spruce trees.

The tall trees shaded the forest floor, and kept it dark. The driveway was curvy, and made from gravel. Morty could hear birds flitting between trees. Beams of sunshine peeked through the trees. They looked like spotlights shining through onto the dark forest floor. Very little vegetation grew, except ferns; they require little light to survive. Morty steered his Skye Scooter through the forest over the twisty road. He was anxious to find a tree that would serve as his gift to the Boss. He saw an opening of intense light that led into a glorious meadow. This is where the tree farmer lived in a log home.

Another sign announced that parking was in the field behind the barn. A sign on the barn stated rules for cutting Christmas trees.

Rule One: Cut the tree at the ground. Do not cut in the middle of a tree.

Rule two: Use only the saw provided.

Rule Three: Bring your tree to the barn for wrapping.

Prices are $8.00 per foot.

Next to the barn, a tractor hitched to a hay wagon was running and ready to carry visitors to the cutting field. A cow mooed, and a horse whinnied from inside the barn. Chickens wandered freely around the horse and cow in the stalls, and in the barnyard pecking for seed. All around the barnyard meadow, there were trees and hills for as far as one can see.

Farmer Jim lives on the tree farm. He raises trees for a living. He sells some trees to visitors at Christmas, and he takes the very large trees to the lumber mill in the town. Farmer Jim always plants replacement trees after cutting a field. In this way, the forest continues to refresh itself. It takes forty to fifty years to grow a tree large enough to sell for lumber. It only takes ten to twelve years to grow a tree large enough for Christmas.

Morty loved scooting out to the Covert Tree farm. It is a beautiful place, peaceful, quiet, and majestic. Morty also loved to talk to the trees. When he was alone in the forest, he would hug the large ones. Farmer Jim never told anyone, but he had one very large field of old trees on his farm. He never cut these trees nor did his father, grandfather or his great-grandfather. Farmer Jim’s great-grandfather told him that the trees in this field were on the farm when he bought it. The trees in that field were very big and old. Some were more than two hundred feet tall, and the trunks were so large that the farmer could not stretch his arms around the base. Morty really loved these trees. The largest tree was several hundred years old. It lived through much of the history of our country. The big tree was a teenager when the very first settlers moved to the valley from the east.

Today, Morty came to the tree farm because he wants to surprise the baby Jesus on his birthday with a spruce tree. Morty will decorate the tree to make it special. He parked his scooter behind the barn, read the rules, picked up a saw, and rode out to the field of trees on the hay wagon.

To be continued….

Why Do You Like Obama So Much?

I can’t express this theme often enough or hard enough, but taxes are evil in the disguise of moral platitude. I began this new president’s term by giving him the benefit of the doubt. I told myself, that as a Christian, I must love my fellow-man.  As Obama began to expose himself, I saw the evil in his soul. My early posts as a blogger warned about how I saw him as a socialist, and worse yet, a communist. His slick rhetoric hypnotises the masses with words that roll off his tongue in lyrical melody. The rythmic motion of his head from side to side lulls one into deeper mesmirism.  Several times, during his speech at the Nobel Ceremony, I wanted to jump up and shout, “AMEN.”

You bought it, and elected him president. Now, we are all faced with the prospect of re-building America back into a great nation. He has, in twelve very short months, undermined the Constitution  upon which the USA achieved greatness.  The bottom line is that in twelve months I have grown to despise the man.

 I know you all love him, but I don’t understand why. Is it  because he is so clean as a family man? So was Tiger Woods.  Or is it because he loves his daughters, and his wife?  He appears to  be a good father too. Well, so am I, and so is nearly every dad I have known in my life.  Being a good father should be the norm, not the reason for adulation. The only difference is that this guy is black, and I don’t see too many good black fathers in the news to teach us their values. I know they exist, but what I see most  are welfare kids who don’t know who their fathers are.  Call me a racist, but that perception is what most Americans have about blacks, and that is why they like Obama so much.  

Obama’s drive to redistribute our wealth  is placing taxes on everything. He is controlling wages, he wants to control the air you breath, the kind of car you drive, and the  doctor who takes care of you.  He is giving the infamous ACORN  responsibility for over-seeing  banks. What?  Where did that come from? Barney Frank snuck that little nugget  in under the radar of  health-care reform, and cap and trade. So all of you kids going for degrees in Finance can kiss your dreams of becoming an overpaid banker goodbye. How about the “Boob-Tax” for all the girls out there who want breast enhancements? What he left out is a “Booby-Tax” for all the people who voted for him. He missed his opportunity on that one. He should have done it while the “hopium” hypnosis was still in effect.

The U.S.A., land of opportunity for the people of the world, is seen by Obama as a colony of ants working their asses off to please the whims of the queen.  He is dividing us into two societies: welfare, and tax-enslaved. It is his way of repaying the black half of his race for slavery, and the white half  for enslaving his black half.

This president’s hatred for white people is so vitriolic that he will not stop until the “chains we can believe in,” are manacled around our necks.

As a Christian man, I can not stand by and allow that stupidity to further itself, nor should you.

Guard-Heron

I finally caught him with my camera. Every morning for the last week, I spotted him patiently waiting at the edge of the pond. He hopes to find a fish. I now call him my Guard-Heron because the pond is frozen over and his only function is to see to it that no one else gets into his territory.

Getting his photo was no easy matter. Once I determined where and when to look, I used stealth to sneak up on him. He will scoot at the slightest motion, or noise.  I crawled on the floor under the window line then slowly raised the camera above the window sill. A squeeze of the trigger and I had him. I took a second photo after confirming the first. He was gone. How much longer will he guard my pond? The temperature continues to drop, and more snow is on the way. The fish and other aquatics that make up his diet are safely hidden under the ice. 

Here are the questions:

Will the Dumb-Ass Heron take the Dumb-Ass Squirrel

Will the Dumb-Ass Heron finally move south?

Will the Dumb-Ass Heron become an ice sculpture at the edge of my pond?

Vote for one.

Stop Making the Problem Worse

 

My Flag Flies Everyday

Anyone worried about global warming should read the facts spelled out in the following link. 

Carbon Dioxide Facts

I can’t add anymore than this:  liberals are worried about global warming to the extent that they are endangering the entire population of the earth. One of the facts  listed on this link, is that we exhale carbon dioxide (CO2 greenhouse gas). Therefore, I suggest that all liberals who support the new cap and tax law as the solution to global warming please stop exhaling. You are contributing to the problem.