Trees are not people, but sometimes we sure do think of them that way. We get attached. We care for them. We receive their flowers and fruit. We rake their leaves and admire them for what they do for us. I love trees, if anyone does. So it was with a heavy heart and great deliberation that we decided to kill a tree. That sounds so cruel, so heartless. Who kills trees? Tree murderers!!! We really did love our fig tree, but like adopting a lion kitten, we found out after a few years that we could not care for a lion adult in the small space inbetween our house and studio. It was too large to transplant- we consulted an expert about that. So, I closed my eyes while Dan did the difficult work (emotionally and physically) of removing the tree and her roots. I'm sad to even blog this. The space looks cleaner and brighter, and we will try to find an adoptive family for the japanese maple we intend to remove as well. It is smaller and should be transplantable.
So we celebrate fall with the golden sight of our large ginko mother who shelters the yard and sends down millions of potential offspring each year.
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