Can you see the house? If you squint and look to the left of the tree, near the white car. You can just make out the roof line. Maggie is quite beautiful, but Maggie was large. She had not been on a diet in YEARS. Her skirts came all the way down to the ground, and she was growing other baby Maggies under there.
If you notice, the picture was taken from the side and across the street. You had to be that far away to get all of Maggie. If you stood in front of the house, you couldn't SEE the house. Maggie was taking all the attention for herself. Not to mention, she was kinda a traffic hazard. She blocked our view from backing out the driveway...not on purpose of course, but Maggie hadn't been taken care of very well. We knew Maggie would need some help.
Here she is now. My blessed husband and his chainsaw went to work on my Maggie. Now, I listed the reasons Maggie needed to be trimmed, and there were several. Our safety among them. But my heart was broken for Maggie on that day. I came home and cried. Yes, cried. I apologized to the tree. My husband stared at me in amazement, but I have told you people, I LOVE trees. There is just something about lifting your hands, er, branches to heaven all day that makes me appreciate trees.
Anyway, Maggie now has some new plants growing underneath her. She provided me with blossoms this summer and shade this fall. Maggie is still tall and proud, but now she is wearing shorter skirts. She has become a modern woman, er, tree.
I bring new meaning to the term "tree hugger" don't I?