Never in my life have I finished a bottle of wine for lunch-until yesterday.
It was a terrible day. The night before the tree people called to say they would be here at 7 to start our three day tree removal job.
Every time a falling tree hit the ground my heart broke a little more. I hate to see them go but I know it has to be done. It feels awful.
This is what mother nature has been doing to them. Over the past few years they are all getting sick and falling over. The ice storm we had a while back weakened them and the heat and humidity of the past summers is finishing them off. Poor things. It's just a matter of time before one hits the house.
The Mister will have plenty of wood for the coming winters. To save money the tree people are just taking them down. The Mister is cutting them up. Seeing them all lying there waiting to be cut up is so sad. It looks like a tornado went through the yard.
I cried like a silly baby all day. Those trees were like a part of the family. They surrounded us and protected us for years and it's hard to say goodbye. My view from the deck looks so strange now. This is a painting done by Middle Son from years ago. It's our little tree house in the woods with the kids down in the meadow looking up at The Mister and me. I know it's the cycle of life but I really, really need it to slow down. I am so terribly tired of saying goodbyes.