It's been windy lately. I was woken twice in the past few weeks by that ominous sound of branches wildly brushing against my windows and debris flying down the street. My wind chimes played a crazy tune. All the while I worried about the old cherry tree in my backyard, wondering if this would be the storm that ended eighty years of magnificence. The tree was spared. So was I, because no one wants to deal with something you love falling to the ground.
Not everyone was as lucky as I was, and I came across one fellow in East Vancouver slowly cutting away the branches from his unfortunate willow. He told me about this tree, and why it meant so much to him and his family. It is quite a story. Favourite Tree