Good Wednesday, my Readers. I’ve been struggling with this image for HOURS! So. Yeah. Published it, not satisfied so have re-written it. Those of you who read the original… I hope I can redirect you back!
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Out of the Ash
I watched in horror as they cut down my favourite tree – OUR tree.
“No!!”
“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.”
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Trees in my ‘hood are being cut down left, right and centre because of this bloody bug…
That’s so sad! I love trees. Wonderful writing, though. :o)
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Thanks. I’m actually re-writing a few things… come back in a bit! 😉
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So… come back and re-read it, please! 😀
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YES!! That was so much what I wanted – a happy ending. It’s the inner optimist that demands happiness. :o) XO
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😀 XO right back at ya!
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Great post, boy aren’t those little blighters evil looking!💜
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They are. I am actually re-writing it… come back in a few!! 🙂
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Okay
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done now! 😉
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Dear Dale,
This is a vast improvement over your first draft. You left me with a lump in my throat. So good.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Thank you for your input. The original was bugging me and with a few words, you helped me turn it around!
Lotsa love,
Dale
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Happy to help, my friend. You’ve done plenty of that for me. ❤
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🌹💜
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That’s the best part about plants. If it really bothers you that much you can plant another by way of its remains.
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Yeah… but when there is sentimental value attached, it’s hard to just replace.
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That’s true. I’m quite acquainted with that kind of attachment
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🙂
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I believe it has reached us over here too. Such a shame.
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I walk my dog, Zeke, and am appalled by just how many of these trees have ribbons around their trunks announcing there upcoming demise.
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Yes definitely pulls on your heartstrings..but what a kind gesture on his part. 🙂
Darn bugs!
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Thanks, mon amie! I’m just glad I’m one of the lucky ones who does NOT have an ash tree in my yard… so many of my neighbours had to have theirs cut down.
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At least your neighborhood has and excuse. My town council decided the gorgeous maples lining all the downtown streets all have to go because they have reached their life expectancy. They aren’t being taken down as they die. They are being cut down because they might die soon.
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That’s horrible! Here, we are not even allowed to cut down a tree on our own lot unless it is diseased. I found out the hard way when we cut down this huge blue spruce that we were afraid would cause problems. Got a $900 fine…
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Seems to me both ways are a bit extreme.
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It is. You’re not allowed to cut down your own trees…
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So how did she honor both?
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By creating something with the slices of wood…
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those bugs look creepy! great story!
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Don’t they though?
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they really do! they look like grumpy little things.
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Indeed!!
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Oh, that’s so sad, Dale!
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So sorry… Good thing it is only fiction. 😎
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🙂
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Ah, sad story – but very well written, Dale.
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Thank You, Susan.
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So, at first, when you saw the prompt, you were stumped? Sorry, I couldn’t resist 😉 Nice story, though I’m not 100% sure what she did with the wood
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I actually originally wrote that then changed my mind 😉.
That’s open to interpretation. Maybe she’s an artist and will make something special…
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yeah, it was a bad pun on my part 😉 As far as interpretation, that was my thought – she is an artist and was going to create something special, like a carved portrait.
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😁
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I feel for the trees, it is bad enough putting up with mankind, but having to deal with the destructive emerald bore also. I really enjoyed the way you put the fact and fiction together.
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Thank you so much, Michael. Much appreciated.
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sad for the dying trees.
So well written .
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Thank you so much, Moon
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I can relate – I got a tiny sapling in a Biology class when I was little which grew so big that years later Dad had to chop it down – the roots were threatening the house 😦
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Awww… what a bummer. We had a blue spruce that my dad planted right in the middle of the front lawn. I could jump over it. When we cut it down eons later, it was at least 35 feet high. All the neighbours who had bought at the same time had had to have theirs cut down because of splitting at the top. So we did it too. And got fined $900 for our efforts. 😲
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Gotta watch those pesky tree preservation orders,
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No kidding. I asked, they said no, we cut it down anyway. D’oh…
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So sad and so many diseases threatening entire species of trees these days. There’s one killiing all the Horse Chestnuts in the UK, the tree we used to call a Conker Tree. We used to collect the copper coloured conkers, thread the shiny nuts with string and play games with them – now they’re all dying. So well written and sad Dale
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Thank you very much, Lynn. Yes, I know what you mean about the conkers (thanks to the U.K. bloggers I follow 😉)
It is sad, indeed.
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It is horrible and changes the face of our landscapes when an entire species is decimated. It happened here years ago with elm trees and our English elms never recovered. A sad look out for poor trees
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Sadly… Makes you think about evolution, though, doesn’t it? Species of all sorts disappear for various reasons… Our time will be up one day too, I fear.
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Very true, Dale. History tells us our time will come – it’s just the nature of things. I’m hoping not quite yet, though 🙂
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I’m in no rush either…😎
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🙂
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How I can identify with this piece. When we cruised the French canals in later years, huge swathes of embankment had been denuded of trees. In that case it was Chancre Colore, a disease that had been imported via munitions crates during the war and attacked Plane Trees en masse. But you had a lovely finale to your story.
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It must have been awful to see that. disease, fire…
Thank you. I’m glad you thought so!
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I like the desperation in this piece, and the small measure of happiness the character managed to salvage from an otherwise heartbreaking situation.
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Thank you, Soaceman!
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Similar situation here. We lost a lot of Red Oaks due to a tiny borer. They say everything serves a purpose, but I don’t see the purpose of those insects.
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Quite frankly, neither do I… nasty looking little buggers, aren’t they?
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What EAB has done is horrible on it’s own … and to damage memories is the kick to the face after a punch in the gut.
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Indeed! Nasty, ugly little beasties…
Thank goodness I’ve never had an ash tree! 😉
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They have hit our area pretty hard.
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Mine too 😦
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😦
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You’ve constructed that story nicely. I especially like the way some of the wood is salvaged through an act of kindness – a powerful metaphorical statement.
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Thank you, Penny. Much appreciated!
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Poignant but how wonderful of the tree feller to think of a solution that will keep a part of their tree in her possession. Such memories are made under trees. Lovely piece Dale.
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Thank you so much, Irene. So very glad you enjoyed.
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i guess nothing lasts forever. when all’s said and done, nothing will be left but our memories. and they better be good ones.
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Yes indeed. We should strive to create good ones
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Gosh a true story as well. A nice tree chopper!
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Nope!! Fiction all the way 😉
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Really? very well written my friend
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Really, really! For once, I didn’t go into my memory banks… Thank you so much, Laurie!
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Wonderful human beings – the man who stepped outside his box and the lady who could turn ruin into rejuvenation!
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Thank you!
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Poignant, talks of deep, never-ending love. Excellent stuff.
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Thank you, Anurag! So glad you liked.
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Thanks to the lumberjack all was not lost, not completely anyway. Delightful Dale
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Indeed. Very kind of him! Thank you, Keith.
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A satisfactory conclusion. Thank heavens the guy had sentiments. Nice feel good story, Dale
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Thank you, Varad. Guy had a heart -)
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It’s so sad when trees have stood for so many years. A touching story, Dale.
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It is indeed. So many people have connections to them.
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Kindness go a long way toward healing the pain.
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That is for sure!
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Sniff…this reminds me of when we had to cut down the apple tree in my grandmother’s backyard. So many memories in a tree, especially when our loved one is also gone. I love that she got to keep pieces of the tree to memorialize her loved one. Very nice story, now I’ll dry my eyes. =)
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So sorry I helped you cleanse your eyes 😉 it’s good to do once in a while… thank you foe loving it!
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Yes, “they” say a good cry is good for the soul. =)
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And “they” know everything. Can’t wait to meet “they”!
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My son and I had this conversation just this evening. He said, well … you know … as “they” always say … haha
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😂
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Good story Dale. So many things are tied to our memories.
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Thank you, Dawn. There are indeed.
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Did you burn the wood; keep the ashes?
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No. I think she made something with the disks, like stepping stones Or seat benches
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“Our Tree”,,,, nice touch. I did notice new paragraph for each speaker. :::smile:::
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Thank you.
And yes! Each gets their own 😉😎
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Oh that’s really sad – I appreciate the photos Dale and the hope at the end. But i do hope the bugs wont continue to be transmitted.
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Well, in this story of fiction, of course the bugs will not follow the slices 😉
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I think this the same disease we have had here…. so many trees had to be cut down… The irony is that during the sixties there were huge rallies to stop the cutting of elms for building a new subway station… in the end the elms were saved just to be cut down because of the bug.
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Now that is totally ironic. Go figure. If caught in time, i.e., less than 30% affected, the trees can be saved. Still, sad state of affairs.
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A bugger, eh!
Emerald Ash Bore aside. I am always sadden when a tree is cut down.
I have had to cut down trees on my property but not till it absolutely necessary. I always joke, ‘save a tree, murder a chainsaw’.
If I understand it correctly.The new tactic by some municipalities is to cut down all elms (healthy ones}, in an attempt to starve out the bug and keep it from advancing into the area. With the idea at some point, perhaps decades away, replanting to establish it back into area.
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I dunno, Calvin. It seems that a ribbon around the trunk equals the demise of said tree. Then again, a friend saw my post on Facebook and offered his services – he said if less than 30% of the tree is affected, he has a very high success rate of treating said tree and saving it. I had to tell him my story was one of fiction 😉 but good to know!
I cut down a huge blue spruce from my previous property. Bloody thing was over 35 feet tall, if not more. Two other neighbours had planted the same year as my father did and they had to cut down theirs as they were splitting at the top and were considered dangerous. I asked the city if I could cut mine down before it split and they said no. I did it anyway. The neighbours cheered as they always worried with every storm we had. However, $900 fine later… I kinda regretted it…
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Um blue spruce have a relatively short life span in urban areas. In the right habitat sure they’ll live 75 years give or take. Otherwise after 25 thirty years in backyards and side yards they usually began to die off from disease and the bud worm or just lack of air. I have about twenty they have made it to 70 feet but they are dying out so I will be thinning them slowly and replanting in between but not with blue spruce. Blue spruce are ornamental trees for the most part and a $900 dollar fine was and is ridiculous. Now if you cut down an ancient old growth cedar that is a different story. Which I have seen more times then I care to.
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I’m trying to think how old the spruce was… is have to say at the very least 30 years. Probably closer to 35. I thought it was at least 50 feet high but was told I didn’t know what I was talking about 🙄. I’m not one for cutting down trees foe the he’ll of it.
Our fine actually included the cost of a replacement tree. So, say the city charged us $800 and it cost $150 for a red maple.
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So sad that the bug is destroying so many trees. I’m glad she got to keep a piece of their tree, though.
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Yes. Now what to create with it?
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I like the idea of stepping stones…
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Me too! Was my first thought…
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Nicely done Dale! I agree this was a hard prompt to write. Touching story.
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Thank you! So very glad you liked.
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A poignant tale. I’m glad the lumberjack was kind enough to let her keep a piece of the tree.
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Me too, Magarisa! There are kind souls out there…
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They should leaf that tree alone. Pretty nice of the lumberjack to save a piece of the tree.
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haha “leaf it alone”
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LOL
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Well…when it is infested with those bugs… but Yeah, pretty nice of him.
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sorry trees in your area have the bug-
and such a nice take on the prompt – are you making a bench?
or will they be making some bases for some art?
?
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Every time I walk around my neighbourhood, it seems there are more and more ribbons around affected trees…
Thank you, Yvonne. I’m not sure what she will make with them!
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🙂
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I always hate to see a tree cut down, especially a special one…
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Me too….
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A poignant tale, so gently told. Well done.
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Thank you so much.
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