From: May Dreams Gardens
The other day, my sister, who lives with her family in the house we all grew up in, sent out a text to let us know a crew was cutting down the maple tree in the front yard the next morning.
Without hesitation, I changed all my plans for the day so I could be present for the last moments of this once grand and glorious tree that we grew up with.
My Dad planted this tree, and many others, when we first moved there when I was a toddler. I assume I was there for the planting, perhaps playing nearby or maybe watching from a window.