June 28, 2010
The Arbor Day Foundation Would Be Horrified
On December 2, I blogged about wanting to live long enough to see the cedar tree I had transplanted to become a great thing of beauty. It is not to be.
I’m not dying. Clear test, remember? The tree… not so lucky.
Saturday, as part of my decompressing weekend, Jonathan and I burned the tree. It was dead. We had marshmallows. It was fun. Poor tree.
How nice–your cedar tree fulfilled its destiny as celebratory s’more fuel.
If you need any replacement cedars, I have them growing like weeds in my front garden bed. They range from 3 inches to 6 inches high. Happy to share.
I have two dead trees that need to be removed and burned. I can bring them over.
Got marshmallows? :-)
Cathy