Please Excuse Me. I'm Mourning a Tree.

It wasn't just a tree. It was a big, beautiful, healthy sugar maple that made me smile and wonder for the past seven years. It grew right outside of my kitchen window. I watched as the sun filtered through the golden fall leaves, turning the air in my house to honey. When the polar vortex blew in an ice storm that downed multiple trees in the neighborhood, I stood amazed as this tree bent under the weight of ice on every branch and bowed until the branches were on the ground. When the ice melted, it snapped back to attention without one broken limb, a symbol for all of us held hostage by unforgiving winters. When the builder stopped over with her new plans for the lot next door, she cas

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