This last weekend we had to say goodbye to a good fried… one of our flowering cherry trees. It was surprisingly hard for me to actually give the “OK” to cut her down. She was old. Maybe as old as our 90-year-old house? I don’t know. I do know that she was dying. With every heavy wind, a good sized branch would come crashing down. It was getting too dangerous, so we chose to say goodbye.
I look at the stump in our front yard and get sad, but we will replant. I think we are going to plant a big pear tree. Something we can get food from. Take down a tree: replant a tree. That’s my way of thinking.
Now I’m saying goodbye, to the tree that provided many years of shade and beautiful spring flowers. Goodbye, Tree. We will miss you.