Oh, fleeting sunrise


Dudley Wooten



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Oh, fleeting sunrise, how quickly you change. At 6:45 the eastern horizon was a magnificent pink and purple paisley pattern. By 7:00 these same wooded hilltops were a grand scheme of persimmon and pine silhouettes on a glowing ochre backdrop.

At 7:15, here comes the sun. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad to see the sun come up everyday (it wouldn’t be the same without it) but the sun may or may not live up to its grand entrance and exit.

It seems like a theatre thing to me. Someone comes out on a stage and gives you a big hoop-la aboutes how great this next world-renowned act is going to be. They come out and do their thing, such as it is, the crowd gives them a standing ovation because the prompter told them to. Isn’t that a whole lot like the sun?

I’m out at one of my new offices. Here in the wood boiler building, it’s usually 30 degrees warmer than outdoors. I’ve installed plenty of lighting and now I have my office furniture. Out in the pasture there were some dead ashes on a creek bank. The emerald ash borer strikes again and again. Between the trees there had been several horse-drawn implements with green briar around them.

I’ve left them there as a monument and memory to days gone by with Dad and Papaw all this time. With the ash trees dead and dropping limbs in the pasture, the time had come to take them out and clean up that little valley. It amounted to about a dump truck load of firewood, 10 ash logs and many brush piles to burn in the process. The question is how to deal with the old memorabilia.

Some were special memories and in good shape so they got moved. Some were broken and just heavy so they went to Livingston’s scrapyard.

Two old horse-drawn cultivators were actually embedded in the tree trunks. Over 50 years the young 6 inch ash trees had become 24 inch diameter trees and grown around the metal machinery..Those were the deadest, most useless trunks so I just stacked brush on the 4 foot stump and burned them at the stake. Then, of course, the stump trunk weakens and burns and the iron gets scrapped.

Now here’s the real deal. Not only did I clean up an area, get lumber, firewood, and scrap metal out of the deal – I also preserved the planter, wagon, and rakes. The real kicker is my new office furniture.

Now I have John Deere, Ford, I-H, and new idea seats mounted on stumps in my new office. This office will be for writing (taller 30 inch seat), repairing low things (short seat – 12 inch) and a couple of medium seats (about 2 foot) for loafers as word of this new heated office space gets out. These iron seats are all restored to their original colors of green, blue, red, and orange and mounted on spring steel for a cushy ride. The 3 light fixtures are wired into kerosene lamps and the door handles are antlers. No expense was spared on the new office furnishings. This is obviously an up-scale boiler room. You might think it to be an AG/Cabela décor. I would think it to be a “my world” décor.

It’s like the old saying, “Red sky in the morning, Sailors take warning; Red sky at night, Sailors delight.”

The beautiful painted sunrise at 7:00 turned to rain by 7:30. I’m holed up in the new office writing this and it’s supposed to be an all day rain. I suppose this rain will make the grass grow.

Dudley Wooten is the owner/operator of Wooten’s Landscaping and Nursery and can be contacted at 740-820-8210.

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Dudley Wooten

Dudley Wooten is the owner/operator of Wooten’s Landscaping and Nursery and can be contacted at 740-820-8210.

Dudley Wooten is the owner/operator of Wooten’s Landscaping and Nursery and can be contacted at 740-820-8210.