John decided that our only remaining tree needs to come down. He said it is pretty well rotten. I guess he knows, but it seems o.k. to me. It shades the west side of the house.
I hadn't known how much I value and respect trees. They can be a nuisance when they drop their leaves, and when twigs and branches fall off. And, of course, it's a major headache if they're blown down. (Like our crabapple tree 3 or 4 years ago.) But they are a pleasant haven from the hot sun. And when strategically located, can help to block direct sunlight through the windows. Plus, I really love the colors of vivid green leaves against a bright blue sky.
Patrick's 2nd summer, before he could walk, I used to sit with him in the shade of this tree and the crabapple, too. He'd either be on a blanket or in his stroller watching the activity around him, and I would sit on a lawn chair and read a book. It is a sweet memory.
Maybe someday we'll get organized enough to replace the trees that once shaded our property.
