I made myself sit in the garden in the sun for a while today and as I sat there I thought about my blog and what to write. There’s a really large fir tree in our garden which towers over everything around it. I reckon it’s about fifty feet high now.
We’ve lived in the house for 15 years and the people before, who had a son in his thirties, had been here for 43 years when they left. We’re fairly sure he planted the tree as a boy after Christmas one year and it’s still growing. We’ve been told that it’s a forest tree which can grow up to 100 feet tall and unfortunately we’re in fairly close proximity to other houses so it might take one of them out if it fell.
Not quite sure what to do as I feel quite sentimental about this tree and the garden would feel empty without it. I was thinking, perhaps one year soon, we could offer it to the town council as the town square Christmas tree. At least it would finish its life with a glorified purpose. Then we could start again and plant a little one.
Saving My Hand 