My neighbor is having his big Italian stone pine removed from his yard today – this tree is huge, over 70 feet tall.

I hate my neighbor right now. I told him they should have just taken down the house, instead. I suppose I’ll get over it, eventually, but not today.

I have watched the moon rise through this tree, watched the stars and planets above its branches, and often sat in my front yard admiring its beauty, watching the hawks settle into its branches.

Oh well. Goodbye to a beautiful tree friend of mine for over 20 years. Sigh. Tears…