WALK #64

While I did my daily walk, it was delayed by having to attend to the unfortunate circumstance of taking down what had been a magnificent flame tree in the backyard. I called it "flame tree" because, when it was healthy, it would blossom with leaves in all shades of red. Sadly, some infection within the soil started killing it ("like cancer," Tom said). The first thing the tree guys said when they arrived was something like "Boy, that tree is dying quickly!" So we took it down. Flame Tree--thank you for your presence in our first two years in this house. You were magnificent.

Photos are shown in chronological order of the tree being taken down, before its remains were pulped:

Respect

When a tree

dies, no

words