Honey, it’s high time you cut down that ol’ dead tulip tree down by the ponds,” says Maw as we’re getting out of bed on a beautiful spring Saturday. “That thing's gonna fall one day and you know it’s gonna clobber one of my pretty horses. Probably Snowie, and she’s my favorite.”
“But Jake and the boys are coming over and we’re going fishing down at the river today,” I plead. “Fishing season’s just opened up and if we don’t get down there in a hurry all the easy catching will be caught up and we’ll not have anything for dinner but beans and maybe a cake of cornbread. And you’ve been telling me for some time you’ve been craving a little meat on the plate.”
“There’ll be time for fishing by and by,” she says. “I’m more worried about that ol’ tree.