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Out of the Ash
I watched in horror as they cut down my favourite tree – OUR tree.
“I’m sorry, Lady, no choice. Bad case of EAB – Emerald Ash Borer.”
“And you’re sure there was nothing else we could do to save it?”
“Unfortunately, no. Was too far gone. Just plant another one.”
“You don’t understand. It’s not just a tree. It was our tree. Now they are both gone.”
He looked at me with kindness. “Hang on, we’re not supposed to, but would you like some of these pieces?”
I hugged him in gratitude. “I know exactly how I shall honour both.”
Trees in my ‘hood are being cut down left, right and centre because of this bloody bug…