Do you remember what it was like when you knew you found that special one? Were you drawn to the handsome good looks, the ruggedness or was it perhaps the size and shape of the object of your desire? Well for me, it was the tree in the front yard…..
No! I am not talking about a man, but about the home that my man and I chose to buy and live in (from 1995 until present time).
We chose a house at the end of a street, after browsing many others and even placing a bid on one (that I secretly didn’t want so I convinced my husband to bid way too low). The house we ultimately chose was in the neighborhood we already lived in, and had beautiful mature trees. It felt like a real neighborhood, unlike those subdivisions that somehow seem to be erected overnight with absolutely no trees in sight.
This is a very old picture, so please excuse the quality.
Maybe I have become a true “Marin Tree Hugger”, but I don’t care. A tree is always a true friend. It’s a sturdy friend to lean on when you need one. It can protect you from harsh elements and it can guide friends to your house, by being a marker- “We are the house at the end of the street with that huge tree in the front yard”.
As time went on, it was time for a remodel. Our family was growing and so must our house. Our tree was the perfect shade tree. It protected us from the harsh California afternoon sun. It kept our house cooler and created privacy.
Time wasn’t our tree’s friend, though. The years wreaked havoc on him and he started to show wear, losing his bark. Summers didn’t seem to be his best time of year as it had been in the past. The foliage was less and what leaves did come about seemed to be dry and unhealthy.
We tried cutting him back, hoping that we could salvage half of our dear friend, but it was no use.
So, it was time to say good-bye.
I don’t handle good-byes well. I just like to pull that band-aid off fast. Losing him wasn’t a fast process though….I must admit, I did shed a few tears over our tree, (I cried when our old washer and dryer left too). I am very sentimental to say the least.
When we realized that we had to cut our tree down, we initially thought about selling our house and moving somewhere new, with a big healthy tree. Sanity sunk in though and we realized it would be silly to” throw the baby out with the bath water”, so a day did arrive when we finally decided to put in a new tree. There will never be a replacement for our original friend- but we felt as though our house wasn’t going to be a home again until there was a tree, a substantial tree, in the front yard.
On a cold morning our new tree arrived. She was all snuggled up under a blanket.
Before being planted an enormously deep hole was dug for the tree’s roots. This hole took many hours to dig!
finally she was placed into her new home.
The landscaping was replaced, so she had a few friends to hang with.
Here she is world!
Welcome to your new home little one!
No pressure, but Grow, Grow Big and Grow Wide!
big shoes a big hole to fill.
I wonder, what do you get sentimental about?