65/366: pine for the pine

Well, I wept for the willow, so why not pine for the pine? Apparently ye olde pine tree next door was badly diseased and had to come down. One of the oldest trees in the area, it belonged to the the original farm house before the land was sub-divided.

Fortunately I had learnt my lesson when the willow came down next door, not to rely on trees not on your own property for shade. We had planted some conifers down that western side which were already providing some afternoon shade.

It didn’t stop me grieving for that tree. I think during the same period of time my long-term tennis coach had announced he was moving to the country. Why was everything changing? Another lesson in life: everything is always changing; sometimes we just don’t notice.


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