Friday, June 25

"Once there was a tree..... and she loved a little boy. And every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples. And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree.......very much. And the tree was happy."

We had a terrible storm the other night, and our climbing tree fell. Bentley cried, and cried, and cried over the loss of his tree. Maggie, ever-calm and our realist, pointed out gently that we were going to lose it anyway. We were all a little sad.

And today, the tree was still laying half-broken across the front yard. The tree that my kids have used as a fort, as a reading nook, as base during tag, as a swing, and just about anything else you can imagine--needed to have its trunk cut down and the branches cut away. We really can't mow our lawn until this task is completed, and it has been rather sad to look out and see it laying, unusable, across the yard.

It has been about 100 degrees, and today was no exception. I gave the kiddos our gardening loppers, and they got to work on the smaller branches. Before I knew what was going on, John had given them a pruning saw and a bow saw. Using every bit of strength they had, the three big kiddos (Mags, Bent, and Ava) had stripped away all the side branches. The girls came in, and Bent stayed out working on the main trunk. It took him quite a bit of time, but he managed to cut through the entire trunk with the bow saw. I don't think I have ever seen him quite so proud of himself.

1 comment:

Kim said...

I'm so sorry about your tree! What great memories you have!