The electric guys came around last year — I mean the guys who work for the electricity company, not some very exciting science-fiction superheroes — and cut down trees and tree branches that threatened the wires. This is a good thing, because we don’t want to go without heat for nine days again this winter.
The bad thing is, of course, the loss of trees. Just because we live back in the woods doesn’t mean we lose trees lightly.
The one we really hated to see go was a huge maple across the drive from Mom’s house. When #4 Daughter was wee, she called it The Wishing Tree, and it always had a sort of grand character about it. But it was dying, and it was big enough to do major damage if it fell onto Mom’s roof.
So now it’s gone. Charlie, Mom, friends, and the daughters have bought and planted and transplanted all manner of flowers around the stump: phlox, hydrangeas, chrysanthemums, bee balm, butterfly bush, sedum, zebra grass, pampas grass, and more.
In the spring, I’ll take a picture of The Family Garden. Right now, with the garden dying back and the autumn coming on strong, I’m thinking of the tree that is no more and missing it.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A tree is removed. What does it change?