It's the year of Armageddon, or it is supposed to be according to the infamous Mayan Calendar. As interested as I am in figuring out why the Mayans stopped on December 21, 2012, I had finally put the whole "world ending" on a back burner of my mind. That was until today.
As noted in this blog on a prior posts I hate when trees are removed. Trees to me symbolize life, earth, air, and they tug at my inner hippie heart strings. Their beauty is striking and symbolic. We bought a house built in 1926. Trees back then were planted along the property lines as a green living fence. These trees grew to twice even three times the size of our house. Along the way someone hired an arborist that topped the trees. Apparently, when you top the trees instead of pruning them, the tree can't heal itself properly. When this happens, the wood begins to rot. So now we have BIG beautiful trees, two to three times the size of our house rotting from the inside out. This means I will eventually have to be the person I wrote about in the other posts. The person who chooses to take down not one but three monumental trees. I am sick, sad and overall feel like this is my armageddon.
Whether it is lucky or unlucky, I am not sure, but we currently do not have the money to remove them. I think for now, they will stay and hopefully not fall and kill anyone. When the day comes to take them down, it will be a very hard day for me. Until then, I will just photograph them and enjoy their beauty.
