The tree might have been the real reason we bought this house.
A massive Chinese Elm spreading long, graceful branches over the grass and the gravel area beneath it.
To anyone else, the yard might have seemed plain or ordinary. There were no stone retaining walls or peaceful waterfalls; no fancy covered deck with seating areas or fire-pits; and even the plants were non-descript.
But to the mother of a two year-old boy, this yard was a magical place just waiting to be discovered. Somewhere to run or to drive a Cozy Coupe; to be a superhero, pirate, or knight; to splash in kiddie pools and eat popsicles in the heat of the summer.
The tree held this magical place in a massive hug of shade during the hottest parts of a summer’s day.
When you take a little boy who has lived in a small condominium with no yard and unleash him onto a quarter-acre lot his world suddenly becomes quite a bit bigger.
Over the course of the next fifteen years, the tree shaded several kiddie pools, playhouses, and teeter-totters; a sandbox and a fort; countless backyard birthday parties and endless rounds of summer popsicles; two crazy puppies and a little girl reading her treasured books. It has supported pinatas and a rope swing; bird nests and squirrels running amongst the branches.
Two little kids have grown before my eyes in the shade of that tree.
Yesterday my son was outside doing some yard work when he first noticed it.
A huge vertical crack down the trunk of our tree, almost breaking the trunk in half. It was so deep, I could have put my whole hand inside.
This huge branch, such a critical part of our tree, had been trying to split away for some time now without us noticing.
And now, suddenly? This branch was ready to go, the massive tree no longer able to hold on.
Like my son, who had already been busy that morning.
Hey, I thought I might start packing up some things in my room. You know, get a head start for September when I leave for college…
And I was powerless to stop it.
If I didn’t act quickly and the trunk let go too soon, the branch would hit the house and cause a lot of damage.
My eyes were teary. I felt sick inside and certain that we couldn’t save the tree; that this part of our home I had loved so much would be cut down and turned to mulch. Nothing but a memory from here on forward.
Nothing but the memories.
I made a pile of things to get rid of before I leave; you know, stuff I’ve outgrown or don’t want anymore…you can look through it if you want.
The arborist came and carefully examined the split, making notes and giving advice.
It would take all afternoon and a crew of seven men, but he felt that they could save the tree.
Finally I could catch my breath. I hadn’t realized just how much this particular element of our home meant to me.
Where the huge branch once grew now there is a raw scar, glaring at me out the kitchen window. A reminder of what once was, which will heal over in time.
And without it, the tree will still thrive.
I’m taking this duffel bag with me, so I can pack enough clothes for my visits home…
And go on to the next round of adventures beneath it’s shade.