This is the last day in the life of this enormous pine tree that is between my home and my neighbor's. It is the first in a row of three that goes downhill.
The middle one, which you cannot see here, is dead.
And that lead to evaluating the three of them and the problems such huge trees cause having
grown to maturity in a small space.
The one farthest downhill is leaning toward my neighbor's roof for one thing.
But I LOVE trees and I hate the thought of seeing these living things cut down. Living things that bring me pleasure in their majesty.
They soften the hard lines of the houses.
They sway and whisper in the breeze as pine trees do.
And they hold snow fall better than any tree alive.
Please forgive me.