Lucille tells me farmer wisdom says “You have to have a really good reason to cut down a tree.” More than 100 years old and felled in less than two hours. I thought about avoiding the stump, the empty space. But I felt it important to pay my respects. The “Gentle Giant” has retired all right. (click to see the tree before the removal) Chopped up in the chipper in no time flat. A sad day for Heberton Street. A loss of shade, beauty and grace. A life. Another living thing, come to the end of its life. With help from the tree men, the city and the diagnosis of canker. Beth reminds me that we all become soil or dust. It is part of the cycle of life. Here was my reminder today.
My friend T says the only guarantee is change.
And lots of it.
Takes time to familiarize oneself
to the constant in our lives.
Maybe as I get older
it’s harder to accept?
Or I notice an increase in the amount.
Steve knows about planetary motion.
Explained how fast we are traveling
as earth rotates and orbits around the sun.
Remember the vintage ironing board propped against the sycamore tree? Saw this sign today that the sycamore is slated for execution. It has canker disease and the sign says it is dying. I had a sister tree in front of my house and it’s been gone about 8 years. A magnificent canopy. This tree must be close to 100 years old. Our street used to be tree-lined. The euphemisms of our language, like “putting a dog to sleep”? When they say retiring they are cutting it down and turning it into wood chips or something.