My dead tree is now nothing but a pile of firewood. My husband, who did not really share my affection for dead tree, tried to soften the blow for me. When he sent the workers to cut it down he told them to leave me a tall stump for the birds and squirrels to sit on. It was nice of him, but when I saw the stump it just looked sad, so I had them cut the whole thing down. We bought three white birch trees to replace dead tree. I know that they will be nice, eventually they will have that peely white bark that I love and lots of leaves that will rustle in the wind. Just the same I'm feeling a little sad.
I think the mutant pine/aloe has to go next. Learning to let go.
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