They came. They destroyed...and then they sort of cleaned up, but not completely.
before felling my beloved tree, Tree Man provided a final diagnosis. Cancer. It had tree cancer. It wasn't dying of old age. It was freaking cancer. He pointed out the bluish tinge to the sap. That means cancer. There is no tree chemo - but then who wants to watch the leaves fall off or be anywhere near a tree that is throwing up. I can live with this now.
In the moments before and after her demise, my tree blanketed the air with a pungent burst of pine smell. Her swan song. My yard smells great. Looks awful;smells great. I also got a good look at the Hawks Nest. Interesting use of mixed media. Lined with plastic. woven with twigs and twine. Empty...thank goodness.
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