My boy Tuck’s a tree hugger.
And I’ll be telling him a tale with some tough news shortly.
That old 100 foot tall maple tree in his backyard is taking the high road.
Tuck’s not going to like it at all.
He claimed the tree as his own the day we moved in to our little cottage five months ago.
He’s settles in daily for a while beneath heavy, weak branches gazing up at the sky in all kinds of weather.
On my old property there were 20 trees just as tall, but he ignored them all.
At least I thought he did.
Perhaps Tuck had taken notice and this old maple reminds him of his prior place full of bunnies, birds, and butterflies.
Much like a warm, gentle memory to hold on tightly.
As for me, I hope to hold on to the tree’s thick trunk.
I’m hopeful the tree surgeon will make a clean, flat cut.
A majestic maple picnic table would be the perfect way to toast the life of one grand old tree and new chapters for a sweet senior terrier.