The next door neighbors, on whose patio the other half of the tree grew quite happily, moved out several months ago, leaving the place empty while they look for a tenant.
Then a few days ago, I woke to the sound of a chainsaw. And ran to the window, in time to see the other half of our beautiful tree falling down, cut up and thrown into the trees out back. Neighbor came to the door to explain they couldn't be bothered to trim it, and what if it fell on a tenant and they sued, and so they had decided, without consulting anyone affected, to chop it down.
So here's the sky where masses of foliage used to be.
And here's the new blossom from my cherry bushes, on my side of the fence planted years ago, coming through faithfully for me.
And here's the sad little stump, remains of the wild cherry next door.And the blossoms from my bushes showing through the fence.
It all seems even more poignant since the Brussels attacks yesterday, and a lesson that life has to go on, even after ugly and stupid actions seem to say the opposite.
