bye bye messy

Messy was the silver maple in our front yard. We called her messy, because the real estate agent said, " that tree is messy, i would get rid of it. " I laughed inside and thought, I will never get rid of that tree with its wonderful deciduous leaves. But then, sadly, Messy started to look bad, and the Arborist said she was dying, and had to be removed. I am not really some new agey fakey druid or anything, I am simply a person who loves trees, and thinks they are mysterious creatures that we cannot hope to understand. Part of it is that when I read the Giving Tree I thought it was about a tree, and was suprised to hear some overeducated commentators on NPR saying it was about parents. ( huh, not my parents haha just kidding ghost- of -Mom) Trees really are amazing, and losing Messy meant losing a leafy green source of shade, cool, and privacy. Even at night more light comes in through the bedroom window.