It Did!!!
As much as I wish it hadn't...
...it was beyond our control.
Our beloved apricot tree bit the dust....LITERALLY!
(an entire blog post about a tree...
I know...a little ridiculous, but we sure did love her...)
A little shocking insn't it?
O.K. let me take you back a few steps.
A few years ago, Jas had the
itch to start pruning our trees. Sounds rather reasonable...I know it does. But trust me...it was
NOT a good idea. Because you see, Jas' idea of pruning typically involves a chainsaw, not clippers or pruners.
After some serious begging and pleading, I finally convinced him to let me call an arborist.
Well to make a long story short, the arborist came back at us with some good news and some bad news.
Being the optimist, the good news was that Jas would not hit his head on the limbs of our tree for much longer because...the bad news, the tree had approximately 2 more years left with us.
And as much as we had hoped and prayed that this arborist was hoakey and that he didn't know what he was talking about; that was NOT the case.
So fast forward really quick to yesterday afternoon.
I was visiting with some friends in our back driveway and watching our kiddos/grandkiddos ride bikes.
When out of nowhere, there was a noise that sounded like the loudest rumble of thunder EVER. For a quick moment, I thought what in the world is that? The skies were overcast, but there was no wind, it was slightly warm, no rain...no nothing.
And by the time that the rumble stopped I looked quick into the yard and discovered that our dear tree had lived her last moment with us...and had tipped over. I was in utter shock.
But as I thought back to the diagnosis that we were given by the arborist...he had told us that we would have her for about 2 more years...and that was August 2008!!! I don't know that you get any more exact than that!
(let me know if you want his number...cause DANG! That's pretty accurate!)
Oh how we'll miss her and the majesty that she bestowed upon our backyard.
Jas and I reflected and decided that she was probably near 60 years old...as our home was built in the early 50's...and she was probably planted shortly after.
Look! Her roots remained firmly planted. She just up and tipped over.
I did praise God for keeping our children and pets safe...as they could have easily have been playing underneath her or in their playhouse (which she feel on) or climbing her, which A loved to do.
In fact, after our guests left, I went inside to put Had down for her nap and was greeted by A with VERY red and VERY puffy eyes.
My little epathetic and sensitive girl was grieving the loss of our dear friend.
What's a mom to do, I ask? Load up the girls...and head to the 'Golden Arches.'
Yep...it was a no-holds-bar trip. Happy Meal...check! Sprite...check! Ice Cream Cone...check! I was ready to do anything to help my peanut to feel better.
Good thing she's like her momma...IT TOTALLY WORKED!

Here she is climbing her 'climbing' tree for the last time.

Boy oh boy...do we have our work cut out for us or what?
I guess I know what we are doing this weekend.

It was a BIG tree.

I leave you with a picture that I took only a few weeks ago...mainly because I can't find where I hid any of the other ones on our computer.
Wasn't she gorgeous?
We will surely miss her and the shade that she cast upon our back yard.
She was a good ole tree.