Farewell to an oak tree
We've been sitting at our breakfast table trying not to cry as we watch the tree man dismantling our 45 year old oak tree and the neighbor's big old oak tree which blew over against ours in the last storm. The tree people here are desperately trying to get down as many imperiled trees as possible before the big storm moves in this evening, so they're mostly working in one man crews and not taking time to lower the cut limbs with a rope. I'm watching BIG limbs crash onto my oak leaf hydrangeas and may apples and clethra and a couple of small dogwood trees. Oh, well, I tell myself, they're just plants. Most will grow back - eventually - and ones that don't will just leave space for some new things. Such in the life of a gardener. Mother Nature will have her way and I'm thankful that the trees didn't fall on our house in the last storm and that the man's getting them down before the next one.