Today was sort of a monumental day in my life in a way.
We cut down a living tree.
A big tree.
This tree had been planted probably ten years ago much too close to the block wall. We were starting to see cracks in that wall and talked about taking it down.
Then the neighbor started mentioning how the pods from the tree were falling in her pool and messing up her pool filter and could we do something about it.
If you have ever seen pods from desert trees, you might understand what a mess they are! The trees here don't just make a beautiful mess once a year. These trees are constantly dropping pods, and when they dry, the pods break open and out come the seeds and the pods are very thick skinned and make great crunching sounds when you step on them in shoes, but hurt pretty bad in bare feet.
Anyway, with urging from the neighbor, we decided to cut it down.
I had no idea.
I had no idea how confused the birds would be as they came by later in the day, to find one of their stopping spots gone.
I had no idea how bare that part of the fence would look.
I had no idea I would be able to see the neighbors windows and their lights on.
I had no idea how much shade that tree provided.
I had no idea how it would change the view from my chair by the window where I am writing.
I had no idea how much I would miss that blasted messy tree.
I know there will be a follow up post to this, because I have some unfinished thoughts. But for right now, I am somewhat mourning the loss. In the long run, when we plant other trees in better spots, I'm sure I will be glad we did it.
But right now, with the birds, I am missing that tree and I'm sorry.