Sigh. On the way out the door yesterday morning I thought, "Gosh, this spot looks funny." And then I figured out why. One of my 41 year old cedar trees was lying across the front. Pulled right out of the ground. There was just one snow storm too many for the poor thing. That was some heavy-*ss snow. Three inches of the stuff. It felt like I was moving cement when I cleaned the car off.
I was going to see about having it put back in the ground. So much for that thought. The hubs called me at work.
Hubs: "I got almost all of it cut up."
Me: "Got what almost cut up."
Hubs: "The cedar tree."
Me: "I was thinking about having it put back in the ground."
Hubs: "It's a little too late for that."
Apparently. Sigh. The birds were very unhappy when I came home. They were chattering at me from the Oak tree in the front yard. What can you do?
I miss it already. I wonder if I make him put what's left of it in the ground if it would come back. He hasn't hacked the roots off of it yet. There's still hope! Of course, it will be about 2 feet tall instead of being taller than the house. And it won't have any green stuff on it. Really big sigh.
On the bright side, he was bowling last night, so he couldn't hack at it any more.