My neighbor to the south of me has four lovely acres and a home that looks like an English country estate. He has a huge old flowering cherry tree that borders the white picket fence in my front yard. In the spring, the tree is so heavy with beautiful pink blossoms that the branches sway and dip toward the ground. It is truly a wondrous sight.
I found out last weekend that this tree is slated for removal in the next few weeks. While my neighbor has planned to take this tree out for the last four years, it has never happened because I've told him how much the tree means to me, and he relented. However, it looks like the time has come to say goodbye to this long-standing member of the neighborhood. My front yard will look so bare without the lovely and graceful branches, the broad-leafed foliage, and of course, the spectacular spring blooms.
I fleetingly thought about chaining myself to the tree to save it, but discarded the notion. I've made my thoughts clear and my last request has been denied.
The beauty of the neighborhood will be diminished, but the memories of that lovely tree will live on forever in my mind.
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