Silly question 😉 My answer? Bring on the beads! That said, some days it just ain’t possible. This past week, despite my best intentions, my beading quotient is way down.
A huge storm — wind, thunder & lightning, and brutal hail — hit our rural community back at the beginning of August. It caused hundreds of thousands of dollars damage to homes (broken windows, disappeared shingles, metal roofs that peeled back like sardine lids and vinyl siding that looked as though a convention of crazed woodpeckers had attacked), vehicles (how about 800+ hail dents in your new pickup), and crops (some just aren’t worth combining).
We got off lucky. No damage. But it got us looking around at our home in the woods. Them’s mighty tall spruce — many within striking distance of the house. Ditto for the garage and the outbuildings. Some years ago the top of a tree blew off and speared the roof of one of our sheds like a lance so it’s only a matter of time.
For the last 10 days or so we’ve been giving these beauties a hair cut, trimming their tops. It’s not our first choice and this will probably shorten their lives. But it’s either that or cut them down. Fortunately there are many younger spruce on their way up.
While my Good Man is scrambling 60 or 70 feet up the trunks and I’m laying out guy lines and pulleys on the ground, my mind occasionally slips into Bead Mode. Once this job is done and the last of the spruce gum is off my hands and the twigs are out of my hair, I’ll be back into the bead stash!