Friday, June 27, 2008

You win some, you lose some....

Woe is me! Today I lament the loss of a dear, dear friend. A friend that sheltered me, guided me, made life more beautiful, and occasionally dropped its seeds on my head. Yes, our bad luck with trees continues, as yesterday's thunderstorms spelled doom for our most cherished cherry tree. We heard a loud "CRACK!" amongst all the thunder, wind, and rain—and no, it wasn't one of my knees. It was the last gasp of our beautiful companion. Witness the carnage for yourself:

This is the latest in a run of bad luck when it comes to the shade trees on our property. When we bought our house in 1997, the front yard was shaded by the cherry and a grand old ash, while the back yard had an even bigger ash and a corkscrew willow. Well, the ashes had to be removed in 2003, after they became the latest victims of the emerald ash borer. We made a garden out of the spot in the back yard where the ash had stood (the grass underneath was sparse anyway), and planted a river birch in the front yard. I don't know what we'll do now that the cherry is gone—get a lot more light through the front windows, for one. We have to see what our options are for replanting, as the cherry was right next to the walkway, and the birch is pretty much centered in the front lawn.

However, I should look on the bright side. When the cherry toppled, no one was standing in the way. (They would've been extremely stupid to do so, since it was thundering and raining horizontally, but you never know.) No one had their car parked in the driveway, so no surprise body work. The bulk of the branches missed the garage and the gutters, so no damage to the house at all. And my other half got the opportunity to use that chainsaw he bought a couple months ago "just for little trims." Cleaning this mess is going to involve more than a little trimming, but at least someone is going to get some nice firewood out of the event. Now I've just got to cross my fingers that nothing happens to the corkscrew willow in our back yard, because that would be a catastrophe no matter how it decided to go.


  1. Too bad about your pretty tree! If you need someone to take the firewood, we'd be more than happy to help out...:-)

  2. Thanks for the offer, but my uncle already hauled away the remnants of my pretty pretty tree. I am sad; my house doesn't look the same any more when I come up the driveway.