Ergo, this weekend V. and D. cut everything down. Everything. Years of growth, gone within minutes. It hurts but I know that it is necessary. The maple tree was especially painful to tear down. My men were methodical and careful and nothing was damaged and no one was hurt. V. is now disposing of the leaves and tiny branches but is making logs with the rest to burn in our fireplace in the years to come.
Next summer, we will have to redo the landscaping in front of the house. In a way, it is exciting. There is more light in the living room. I will make sure to plant low growing greenery this time. As I get older, I need the light even more than ever. I will imagine our new front yard over the winter and when spring comes, I will be ready.
Changes are a part of the landscape of our life. When we fetch wood from the woodpile, we will remember the trees that welcomed us home every day. And we will be grateful once more.
|Did you ever read The Giving Tree?|