It is with sadness that I report that last week, this home’s ash tree succumbed to the woodsman’s ax and chain saw. The end came quickly after a short illness and straight line winds. While the tree demurely refused to count her rings, It was generally believed that she germinated around forty to fifty years ago. We have been told that she was never married, still there are many friends that are left to mourn her passing, including Robbie the grey squirrel, Charlotte the spider, many blackbirds and starlings that sang so sweetly from her limbs, and finally the scores of dogs and cats that sniffed and marked her trunk during their travels.
Interment will be in Harry’s wood pile and crematorium, where her trunk will be split for distribution.
The service was officiated by Affordable Tree and Landscape Services of St. James, Minnesota.
Donations and remembrances can be sent to the Minnesota Extension Service, who provided final consultation at the end.
-CJ Holm
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We have a maple in the front yard that will soon be going to the great wood pile of the rainbow bridge. This is a creative post. I like it, but it really is sad when a tree has to come down.
I believe trees are spirits.