Thirty or so years ago a friend gave me 3 small maple trees. He had bought several for his house and had these left over. I planted 2 in my back yard and 1 in the front. One of the 2 died several years ago, but the other thrived and provided shade for a new patio that was my wife's retirement present. Over the years, a bird feeder was hung in it and a small toy tire for Golden #2 to play with. They were both removed years ago. I spent a great deal of time sitting on the patio listening to music, reading, or just spending time with my dog.
Two weeks ago, the tree fell on the house in the middle of the night. No storms, winds, or lightning it just fell. All has been cleaned up, but I sure miss that tree. The friend who gave it to me, died of cancer 2 years ago and our 4th Golden died 3 months ago. I have sat on the patio, but it just isn't the same. We will plant a new one, but we won't be around in another 30 years to see it. The 4 Goldens are buried near the patio and where the tree was. I miss my friend, my tree, and my dogs.
Two weeks ago, the tree fell on the house in the middle of the night. No storms, winds, or lightning it just fell. All has been cleaned up, but I sure miss that tree. The friend who gave it to me, died of cancer 2 years ago and our 4th Golden died 3 months ago. I have sat on the patio, but it just isn't the same. We will plant a new one, but we won't be around in another 30 years to see it. The 4 Goldens are buried near the patio and where the tree was. I miss my friend, my tree, and my dogs.