Our neighbors to the North, whose tree I may or may not have killed when we moved in, had some tree trimmers over for some summer trimming. They had a chipper trailer along with all manner of cool cutting tools and fromt he moment they pulled their big rig up in front of our house, all other games stopped for the boys. They gathered near and watched the show unfold.
One of my favorite parts about the heavy machinery work that happens in our neighborhood, besides the time off it affords me as the boys are enraptured by the scene, is the way the workers interact with the boys. They know that this new machine is the coolest thing these kids will see today and they take some time to tell the kids what they are doing. Primo is will get right in there and start asking questions and Segundo has started to join him. While one guy got the ladders ready and formulated a game plan the other was prepping the chain saw, tree trimmer, and other cutting tools while the boys stood 3 feet away asking about each tool. This guy was a but gruff looking with a half smoked cigarette hanging from his mouth and what looked like prison tattoos visible through the neck of his t-shirt, but he answered each question and explained what they were going to do with each saw. The whole process was interesting to me too, but I would never ask them what they were doing, or get as much detail back if I did ask. There is something innocent and disarming about the boys that makes you want to teach what you know, and these guys knew tree trimming.
We learned about creeper vines and how to make the shrub flat on top. He brought over a branch and some wood chips to show what the machine did when you put the branch in one end. After trimming all the trees and gathering the branches they fired up the wood chipper and the boys retreated to the porch with nervous excitement. They went looking for things they could throw in the chipper, but the operator turned them away while still noting how cool it would be to put a snow globe through the blades. Primo asked if he could put his brother in chipper, apparently in a desire to re-enact his favorite scene from Fargo, but that request was turned down too. Kids are naturally inquisitive and taking advantage of those teachable moments are so fun. We started trimming the rose bushes and shrubs at our house and while we didn’t have a chipper to rip up the branches, the boys did help me load them up into the compost pile and green waste bin.
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