Monday, December 19, 2011
My manly man and I are both laying in bed recovering from the flu (courtesy of the grandkiddles) while our 100 ft. cedar tree outside our bedroom window is being taken down. I know it's killing my manly man not to be out there enjoying the excitement of it all. The tree will be missed, at least for a while. The grandkids begged us not to take it down, I wish we could have accommodated them. They used to find duck eggs hidden in the ivy around the tree, use the ivy to make tree tribe baskets(alittle invention of their own). ....memories........ things never stay the same. I do like the feeling of being a constant in their lives.