For years, I have begged my husband to “help” with any number of honey-dos and ‘saves’ around the ranch:
… There’s a lizard in the campground toilet. Save him! … Can you disconnect those lights so the oriole can build her nest? … A hummingbird cam would be great… Mama deer and baby deer keep missing one another under the tree (the trail camera time stamp says so!) They’re separated. Can’t we do something? …
Yeah, yeah… the list goes on. And with my most recent, rather-insane rescue recommendation hubby said, “I think I figured out a better name for your blog.” Saving the World One Honey-Do at a Time.
Yes, a great idea, except it’s too long for a url. And I’m not the one doing the honey-dos (but I sure am glad he is open to all my world-saving antics. He’s even stopped his vehicle – on his own – on a busy highway to rescue a desert tortoise crossing the road).
So…What prompted his recent renaming ruminations? This time it was this:
This is a saguaro … not just any plant. It was on its way to becoming a giant cactus – the equivalent of East Coast trees – one that takes hundreds of years to mature. They only grow here in the Sonoran desert. Nowhere else in the world. Many of you may recall my complete obsession with this towering giant that happens to wear a summer crown of white blossoms (Arizona’s state flower).
For all those reasons, I convinced Hubby — Mr. Honey-Do — to do this, despite the many ways we could have been impaled:
Did I mention that saguaros are protected by law? As in: even if they are on your own property, you must get permission to move them. But in this case, this saguaro would have rotted and perished (about 50 years of growth gone), so moving her – or rescuing her – was imperative. You can imagine my freak-out when, after a trip to the East Coast, I came home and saw she was MISSING! (I’d had my eye on the slow creep of erosion that had exposed her roots on one side the year before).
Determined to find her, I went for a trek. Hubby was sure she went all the way down into the river, but I found her. I found her! And then the hard work began:
While we would love to high-five and call this a success, there are lots of things that can still go wrong… Like the rain that followed the next two weeks after we put her back in the ground (she needed to have DRY feet for at least two weeks to avoid rot. So I tarped and untarped her daily — worrying about too much moisture under the unbreathable tarp.)
Another possibility: her roots may not ‘take.’ And even if she appears to be green and still standing, she might do so for years before dying (that’s how much water they have stored inside). That’s why I did this:
And I did this:
So keep your fingers crossed that “Eileen” – as hubby named her (I Lean… Get it?) – makes it. She sure is worth saving to me: a probably 50-year-old gal even at that small stature (I think?). Worth the rescue. To me, at least. What say ye, Mr. Honey Do? Thank you for helping me save the world, one honey-do at a time!
For Readers, For Writers, Everyone: What’s worth saving to you? What have you rescued lately – a piece of writing? A friendship? A story idea? Do you want to save the world, too? Do you think little actions – tiny rescues – can make a difference?