Today’s the day that my Mom’s Sad Old Tree gets a haircut.
Yet no matter how old and sad the tree gets, it will always remind me of the four of us kids growing up. Playing softball in the backyard, running the bases, and smelling that sweet pine sap when we’d lean against its trunk in the shade of its enormous limbs.
Thank goodness I had friends, to keep me company.
Just hoping that there are no birds nesting in the scrub pines near the Sad Old Tree. I’ve been hearing the doves every morning, and want them to be safe.
Feel better, Sad Old Tree. My sweet old friend. ❤