Maple

I found out last Monday that my landlord would be cutting down my maple tree. OK, so it’s not “MY” tree but I’ve always felt a kinship with it. I know some of you may scoff at that and that’s fine with me.  I cried when I found out it was going to be cut down. While I did feel a bit silly about crying over a tree, cry I did do.  Brian said “your not gonna tie yourself to the tree so they can’t cut it down are you?” I told him to not give me any ideas.  LOL

To me it’s more then a maple tree. It provided shade for us to sit under on a hot summer day.  Many times we’ve put the picnic table under the tree. Watching the girls play in their sandbox which was under the tree. It was a place for birds to build their nests and hatch their families.  Always provided a wonderful background for many pictures I’ve taken through the years.

So the day I found out I made sure to take a final pic of the girls in front of the tree.

I also took a pic of the tree it’s self. If you look close you can see little buds beginning. This tree is NOT dead and I just can’t understand why the whole thing had to be cut down.

I was able to enjoy my  tree for a few more days before they cut down. The day they came to cut it down, the girls where in school so Sarah and I left. I couldn’t bare the sound of the tree being cut down. I swear I could feel it’s pain.

When I came home this is what I came home to. It’s been almost a week and it’s still in a pile. I have no idea why they didn’t clean it up. I’ve been assured someone is coming out to clean it up, but alas it’s not happened yet. Seeing this day in and day out is like pouring salt on a wound.   If it doesn’t get cleaned up soon I’m gonna have to do it and I don’t think my back can handle picking up this huge mess let alone being able to even lift some of the bigger pieces.

I will be planting a new tree of my choice and if they don’t like it they can kiss my rear end.