I'm blue. I'm not good with loss.
Thirty five years ago I moved into my current home. At that time and up until yesterday, there was a huge maple tree in the front yard, protecting the residence from the outside world. The tree was majestic and had interesting bark. It lived not only there but in my imagination.
Yesterday it fell. The storm last week cracked a major branch and, in removing it, the tree company said the entire tree has to come down, so it did. Now, there's just empty space where the tree once stood. It feels surreal. And there's no barrier to stop outside marauders from invading my home.
*sigh* At least I still have this picture I took with Holga a few months ago.
Are there any trees in your life?