New Virtual Wilderness Getaway

That wasn't the same scenario here. I fought like hell to keep that tree standing....and wanted so badly to hear a different diagnosis from each new person that came here to look, but all gave the same answer without knowing what another had said before them. It was only a matter of time that that tree here would have come down and taken buildings and a 5k pen down...and hopefully, with no dogs in there at the time. That pen is not insured...and neither is the shed which is more than a tool box...but a small house....

Ultimately, I had no choice....Of course, that saddened me to begin with....

I fight for lives of trees.


White Oak tree photo...not the one that was here, but similar to it...photo from bing....








I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Joyce Kilmer

 

Happy Yule!