the tree is down, done in by a small man in a bucket lifted by a crane carrying a chain saw. All day I could hear the buzz of the saw and then the plop of the limbs hitting the ground. I had no idea the wood was so heavy.

When the tree was healthy the limbs floated in the air responding to each shift of the air but now there are piles of wood on the ground, heavy wood, more wood then my house. I miss the tree.