I think I’m going to miss this lovely old oak. The way it filled up the sky with green. Or, at this time of year, fiery red.
But it had been prone to throwing its branches at our vehicles from time to time, and recently it dropped the limb that broke the camel’s back. Right on the roof of our garage. So it was decided that the tree should go, and Thursday afternoon that is just what happened:
It was a beautiful tree, but it made me nervous every time the wind blew. I’d like to plant something in its place, perhaps one of those pretty pink trees I lust after each April.
For now, though, until the tree guys can come back with some better log-cutting equipment, we are squeezing just a bit more enjoyment out of our mighty oak:
And I’m getting used to having so much sky overhead.