I have never been good with good-byes. When I retired earlier this month, I made a beeline out of the school so I could avoid shedding copious tears on my colleagues. I am always much better with a casual , "See you later," or "Let's get together for dinner soon."
And so it was with my dear ash tree. Yesterday morning I drank a final cup of coffee under her shade and thanked her for the many lovely times spent on my deck under her canopy. I had to leave when the arborist came with truck and chainsaw. When I returned, she was in pieces on my back lawn.
I couldn't stop myself from going through the debris and salvaging a couple of logs. Here are the results--sort of a memorial to my old friend. I know the birds will enjoy the cooling waters.
|A plate from TJ Maxx and a stump.|
The stump grinder will be here in a week. I really hate good-byes.