So take a good look at this proud old tree....because the next time you see it I will probably have strapped myself to it in an effort to save it from Hubby's chainsaw.
This poor old tree hasn't much left to it...just a lot of heart. (fyi this is the thickest view....from the side it's nay a sliver) The trunks as hollow as my cookie jar after my sweet tooth acts up.
Poor thing. It looks as if a slight breeze may knock it to the ground for a final count. Or a nesting bird may topple it like a frail old man.
Amazed am I to see it sprout anew every Spring.
Happy am I to say "In your face" to hubby.
So for now the return of blooming buds have twarted hubby's efforts.
Go tree go!