This pile of branches is about five feet tall. |
Thinking they are going to be asking me to pay for another dumpster really soon. |
I wish I had a working fireplace. |
I'm having a really hard time with cutting down my big tree. Despite the fact that it had reached the point where it was either the garage or the tree, the act of cutting down this giver of shade and oxygen, not to mention home for birds and squirrels, still feels really violent and disrespectful. Yesterday, Mary Lee captured my feelings perfectly when she commented, "A hard decision to end an ancient life." Last night, I was out in the yard with the dog, looking at all the wood chunks, and branches, and shavings, and wondering how the mess was ever going to be cleaned up. They tree cutters already filled an entire construction dumpster and hauled it away. They haven't brought another one, but I'm thinking they definitely could. There is still a LOT more to cut.
I have messed around with this for an hour. Not sure which of these is today's haiku-ish poem.
remains scattered across yard
such a hard decision
ending your ancient life
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2015
your ashes scattered across backyard
Earth reminds me of my brazenness
i have ended an ancient life.
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2015
Somber browns and grays
remind me of my brazen act (brazenness?)
i have ended an ancient life.
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2015
All three capture the pain you are feeling.
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