This is a photo that I took this past spring, facing west across the street from our house. I took that picture because I've been enamored with that tree you see in the center of the neighbor's yard -- in my opinion, the best tree anywhere in the neighborhood -- such a beautiful display of branches. You should have seen it at sunset or even during the winter after a snowstorm. Visitors would notice it and remark about how perfect it seemed.
Fast-forward to yesterday. We were arriving home from up north at the cabin, and there on the street in front of us was that lovely tree, blocking traffic in its final act of being noticed. It had fallen just a few minutes before. We asked neighbors, what happened? was there a storm? a hard wind? No, they said. It had just fallen. Given up. Maybe it just couldn't face another Minnesota winter. Maybe it wanted to go while it was still looking good, before it would ever look old and scraggly. I'm just sad that, of all the many trees in the neighborhood, this was the one that went. Life is like that sometimes.
|the chainsaws take over|