Yesterday at 9 o'clock big trucks began to park along my little block on Fleming Street, and lots of men with ladders, ropes and chain saws arrived at the house across the street.
Immediately, the neighbors (including me) began to come outside with their coffee cups. Story is, new man in brick house doesn't like walnuts falling on his truck so he asks man in white house to cut tree down.
Man in white house declines and man in brick house offers to have cut all the limbs that are over his yard. So the cutting began....
BUT, late in the afternoon, I realized that things must have changed, they were still cutting this big old walnut tree that has been there forever. About this time, I was beginning to feel betrayed.
I watched off and on all day. The loss of an old tree is sad to me. This one had seen so much in its time on Fleming Street, it could write a best seller. I especially remember the little handicapped girl who lived there and sat in its shade and sang so sweetly, and it has stood witness to my life since 1974, so I'm going to miss it.
Sorry to be long today. Hope your Friday and weekend are good and you don't lose any trees.