Still Clearing Up.
A Ted Tale.
The Sycamore tree was no more ….. no more that is, than a stump in the earth, rooted where it had stood for at least a hundred years when it probably started life in the Old North Woods, before houses and gardens were built carefully around it.
Yale Ted sat on the roof of a Dolls’ House looking out at the mended fence: mended but still wonky! He wondered if the Sycamore tree would sprout new life from its roots still there, deep underground. He looked across to the shelf where Foxley and Hedgeley, the Chief Gardeners at the Pads, were carefully tucking in a seedling from the old tree. Baby Sycamores used to be composted, but now each one was precious.
Some of you may not know that a great, old Sycamore tree was blown down in the wind and rain, during the dark of night, It narrowly missed the Glassroom of Anne’s home and crashed onto the garage top next to it, making a huge dent. That was two weeks ago.
Since that fateful day, a group of Teds sat on the Glassroom shelf watching through the windows, as day by day, groups of workmen came in vans and worked to clear away the tree, leaving, only when all was cut into logs. They generously gave some Ted-sized logs to the watching Teds too, which the little critters liked to climb on or sit upon. All who saw it though, wondered about the sagging roof top until one day workmen came along and hammered and banged and set it straight again. That was, however, not the end of it.
The following morning the workmen came back and finished the job.
Furry faces were pressed against the windows as the workmen climbed onto the garage roof and with big, wooden brooms, swept it clean in one particular area.
Ladders were propped, and one man brought up a gas canister. Another climbed up with rolls of heavy-looking black, shiny stuff, and a flame gun attached to the gas canister was lit and flared softly as it was brushed along the underneath edge of the roll gradually being drawn out over the clean area of roof. The two men worked steadily together.
Teds watched mesmerised as the roll became thinner and the strip behind it longer and longer, flat onto the roof.
“Why are they burning the roof covering?” asked Paris Ted, puzzled and a tad alarmed.
“Look closely!” answered Bazooka, “They are not burning the roll of covering stuff. The heat from the flame is making it sticky … it’s some sort of tarmac and when it’s melted it sticks to the rooftop, making a waterproof covering.”
“I’ve seen men on roads with steam rollers, doing something like that with a great big lorry dressed in skirts!”remarked Ripple, rather bizarrely!
“Wow!” was all Paris could answer.
The flame was very hot and the man unrolling the covering wore gloves and had covered the handle of the wooden broom he was using with a metal rod.
“That’s to stop the broom handle from catching alight,” said Hedgeley, who knew these things.
“Wow!” repeated Paris , absolutely fascinated by what was going on.
The little Teds watched for a long time, occasionally changing places to see from different angles. Sometimes they murmured to each other.
Three on the Dolls’ House roof were a little closer to the action and kept up a running commentary on what was happening next ….
… “He’s cutting a strip now!”
… “He measured and marked it with his metal tape measure.”
… “Ooh look!” He’s burning the roof again!”
…. “Ohhhh, my tummy’s beginning to ache with all this leaning and hanging on to the roof!” …. that last comment was from Paris who had stayed on the roof ridge when the other two had changed places.
The little Teds watched until the workmen finished their job, packed up and went away.
They left a big, clean patch on the roof top.
“Well, that’s a nice patch isn’t it?” said Yale Ted.
“Humph!” said Hedgeley.
Anne ….. 29.09.2017.