Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m an arborist, right? Just your average tree geek, but today was anything but average. I woke up in Saint-Amand-les-Eaux, and lemme tell ya, this place is a mix of charm and chaos.
First off, I hit the streets—Rue de la République, to be exact. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Coffee shops, bakeries, and a bunch of folks just chillin’. I grab my usual croissant (the buttery goodness is life) and head to my first job.
I’m supposed to trim some trees near the Parc de la République. Beautiful spot, right? But when I get there, I see this massive oak. I mean, HUGE. Like, it’s been there since the dinosaurs or something. I’m all pumped to get to work, but then I notice a bunch of kids playing nearby. They’re throwing a ball around, and I’m like, “Please don’t hit my tree!”
But guess what? They do. Right in the middle of my trimming! I’m standing there, chainsaw in hand, and this kid runs up, all wide-eyed. “Sorry, mister!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, it’s cool, just don’t make me a tree surgeon today!”
So, I’m trying to focus, but the kids are a distraction. I’m trimming branches, and I swear, one of them yells, “Look, it’s a bird!” I look up, and there’s this pigeon just chilling on a branch. I’m like, “Yeah, buddy, that’s not a bird, that’s a flying rat!”
After that, I’m feeling pretty good. I finish up, and the tree looks great. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, biblical rain. I’m soaked, my tools are wet, and I’m just standing there, looking like a drowned rat myself.
I dash over to the nearest café on Rue de la République. I’m dripping everywhere, and the barista gives me this look like, “What happened to you?” I just laugh and say, “You should see the tree!”
I grab a hot chocolate (best decision ever) and sit down. I’m scrolling through my phone, and I see a post about the local festival happening later. It’s in the Place de la Mairie. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I’m going!”
So, I finish my drink, dry off a bit, and head over. The festival is buzzing! Food stalls, music, people dancing. I’m feeling the vibe. I grab some frites (can’t resist) and just soak it all in.
But then, I see this guy trying to juggle. He’s dropping everything! I’m laughing so hard, I almost choke on my frites. I shout, “Hey, man, maybe stick to one ball!” He looks at me, grins, and says, “Nah, I’m just practicing for the circus!”
I’m having a blast, but then I spot a tree in the square. It’s got this weird growth on it. I’m like, “What the heck is that?” I walk over, and it’s a fungus. I’m all excited, thinking about how I can help it. But then, this lady comes up and says, “Don’t touch it! It’s magical!”
I’m like, “Magical? Really?” She nods, dead serious. I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Sure, lady, magical fungus in Saint-Amand-les-Eaux. Next, you’ll tell me the pigeons are spies!”
As the night goes on, I’m just vibing. The music is pumping, and I’m dancing like nobody’s watching. I even join a conga line. Yeah, me! The arborist, dancing in the streets.
But then, I get a call. It’s my boss. “We need you for an emergency!” I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy enjoy a festival?” But duty calls, right?
I rush over to the job site, and it’s a mess. A tree fell on a car! I’m fuming. “Who didn’t see this coming?” I’m yelling. But we get to work, and it’s chaos. Chainsaws, ropes, and a lot of shouting.
Finally, we clear the mess. I’m exhausted but relieved. I head home, thinking about the day. Saint-Amand-les-Eaux is wild, man. Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of madness.
I crash on my couch, still buzzing from the festival. What a day! I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a dry shirt. But that’s it!