Until Friday, we had a green ash tree in our back yard that was both a blessing and a curse. I loved the canopy it created over our patio, and it added some visual interest next to the garage. But its roots were beginning to push the patio up in spots, making it crack and bend. And over the years, it has been encroaching more and more on the small amount of sun we get in the yard. Our perennials had begun leaning sideways just to get enough, and the lilac in the back was barely producing any blooms. The lawn itself has suffered, too. We called an arborist and asked his opinion; he pointed out some problems that would probably mean the tree had about five more good years left in it. Steve and I discussed the matter and decided to have the tree cut down.
It was very sad to say goodbye. I am a softy, and if it had been solely my choice, I probably would have kept the tree a few more years and just had it trimmed and thinned out. But Steve felt strongly about it, and I deferred to him. He is, after all, my equal partner when it comes to gardening and yard upkeep. We decided that we'll watch our garden beds and lawn over the next growing season and see if there would be a better place to plant another tree — perhaps a maple, which would be beautiful in the fall. That feels like a good compromise to me. I went out and said goodbye to the tree on Friday morning. Yes, I even gave it a kiss and told it not to be afraid. As I said, I am a softy. When the arborist and his crew came, Daniel and I watched out the bedroom window as the yard filled with branches and debris.
All weekend, Daniel has been discussing the event. By discussing, I mean that he says a rotation of these four words: "Saw." "Loud." "Cutting." "Tree." Those are the things that left an impression on him.
I miss the tree, and the yard seems more bare without it; but I have to say, the whole space seems much more open and bright now. I am looking forward to seeing how our garden flourishes in the newly created sunny spots — especially the row of peonies down the side of the garage and the lilac in the back. I can't wait for the snow to melt and spring to come.