June 23, 2004


June called me yesterday at work to say that the fig tree in our backyard had fallen over. The trunk basically looked like it had snapped off at the ground. The thing took our cable with it, so we had to get TimeWarner out to restore my beloved Road Runner.

This tree was over 40 feet tall and must have been 25 years old. When we bought the house, the figs on the tree were ripe and we would stop by the house and walk around it, peeking in the windows, wondering if we would be able to afford it. We would eat the figs from the tree and they tasted to us of the good life. In some ways, we bought the house because of the tree and looked forward to the figs each summer.


We had talked in recent years about maybe taking the tree out--it was too big for our small yard and June wanted to try other things, but we just didn't have the heart to take it down. Now that it's laying across the backyard, waiting for its date with a chainsaw and a chipper, Emma is lobbying for us to plant some other kind of fruit tree in its place.

Posted by krudman at June 23, 2004 09:52 PM
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