We moved the weekly photo spot once again. For this week’s shoot, we have Holly showcasing her delicate beauty in front of our beloved buckeye tree.
Right, look in the softly focused background. That’s not some rogue bush overdue for a date with the clippers. Our buckeye tree reached landfall sometime yesterday. Bit the dust, so to speak.
The same stoic tree that has graced our backyard for the last eighteen-plus years suffered some nasty structural damage from a wind storm last autumn. Deeply concerned, we called in an arboreal expert who told us that, yes indeed, “your tree got pretty screwed up.”
Still, we held onto a delicate hope that this, our beautiful buckeye, would recover.
But sadly, it was not meant to be. As no one was around when it fell, the buckeye surely went down with nary a whisper, leaving us shocked later as we came across its broken remains. The damage from last fall was too much for the weakened trunk to hold up all that buckeye glory.
On the plus side, it did miss the garage and the fence during its descent to dog’s green earth, so there’s that.
Nothing to do about it, but celebrate the times we enjoyed its generous five-pointed leafy shade, then pay some stumper guy to knock down the rest of it.
Well, and root for Michigan now, I guess.
Things are getting dire around here.
So I look for the photos from last year’s Buckeye disaster and see that it wasn’t an autumnal wind storm, but it actually occurred last summer.
On July 14, 2013.
I didn’t think this noteworthy until I looked at yesterday’s date, when the buckeye tree gave up its last stand.
On July 15, 2014.
Anyhoo, portents and bad omens aside, here’s what we had to deal with last summer. And yeah, that time it did hit the garage.
Dang it, I really liked that tree.