I Speak for the Trees, for the Trees Have No Tongues
Sadly, our beautiful maple tree that is surrounded by our deck, the one we have watched grow from a wee sprite to a towering shade tree, the one we have protected and loved, had to sacrifice one of it’s large limbs this past weekend. Zan did the surgery himself. The tree still looks beautiful, and now it won’t impede the roof to the new addition, but we were still sad to take such a drastic cut.
Mister enjoyed playing with the sawdust:
And he comforted our dear tree after the surgery was over.
Hard to believe this is the same boy who antagonizes his sisters at every opportunity. When Teen Girl saw these photos she said, “Aw!! He looks like a sweet boy in those pictures. Too bad he’s not like that all the time!”