Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an arborist in Bolsward is like a rollercoaster ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First stop, the park on de Welle. Beautiful spot, right? I’m there, just me and the trees. I’m checkin’ out this massive oak. I mean, it’s like the king of trees. But then, bam! A squirrel jumps outta nowhere. I swear it looked like it was plotting against me. I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m just here for the tree.”
Then, I get a call. It’s Mrs. Jansen from the Hoofdstraat. She’s freakin’ out about her apple tree. Apparently, it’s droopin’ like it just heard some bad news. I rush over, dodging cyclists on the narrow streets. Seriously, why do they think they own the road?
When I get to her place, I see the tree. It’s sad, man. I mean, it’s got more problems than I do! I start checkin’ it out, and Mrs. Jansen’s there, wringin’ her hands. “Is it gonna die?” she asks. I’m like, “Lady, it’s not on its deathbed yet!” But inside, I’m thinkin’, “This tree needs some serious love.”
So, I get to work. I’m pruning, snipping, and talking to the tree like it’s my best bud. “C’mon, buddy, you got this!” I’m sweating like a pig, and Mrs. Jansen’s just staring at me. I can feel her eyes burning a hole in my back.
Finally, I finish. The tree looks better, but I’m exhausted. I’m like, “There you go, Mrs. Jansen. It’ll bounce back.” She’s all smiles, and I’m feelin’ like a hero. But then, she offers me a slice of her famous apple pie. I’m like, “Heck yeah!”
But wait! I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m talkin’ cinnamon, sugar, and happiness all in one. I’m in heaven. But then, I remember I gotta get to the next job. So, I’m shoveling pie in my mouth like a maniac.
Next up, I head to the old church on de Kade. Beautiful place, right by the water. I’m supposed to check out some trees there too. But as I’m walkin’, I trip over a loose cobblestone. Classic me! I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this old guy walks by. He just chuckles and says, “You okay, young man?” I’m like, “Yeah, just practicing my tree-hugging skills!”
Finally, I get to the church. The trees are lookin’ good, but there’s this one that’s leaning way too much. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, stand up straight!” I start climbing, and let me tell ya, I’m not a fan of heights. My heart’s racing, and I’m like, “Why do I do this?” But then I see the view. The canals, the rooftops of Bolsward, it’s all so beautiful.
I finish up, and I’m feelin’ accomplished. But then, I hear this loud crash. I look down, and some kids are playing soccer. They kicked the ball right into a bush, and it’s like a scene from a cartoon. I can’t help but laugh. Kids are wild, man.
As I’m packin’ up, I think about the day. It was crazy, emotional, and full of surprises. I love this town. Bolsward’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I’m just a dude who talks to trees, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, I head home, tired but happy. I think about that squirrel, Mrs. Jansen’s pie, and the kids. Life’s a wild ride, and I’m just hangin’ on for the journey.