Fifty-five years ago, my back door neighbor and his dad planted a tiny pine tree.

Recently, several branches attacked the house it had shaded these many years. The fallen branches didn’t puncture the roof, but it did crack the supports.

Upon further inspection, it was apparent this senior tree had suffered a lightning strike. The diagnosis: For everyone’s safety, they tree had to come down. So, one day this past week, fifty-five years of growth disappeared in a matter of hours.

I glanced out my kitchen window in the afternoon and this was all that was left. Within twenty minutes the view was clean of any trace of pine tree. Goodbye, old friend.

 

 

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