I found this picture above of our white pine taken several years ago. . .
the Mom and Daddy crow took it over.
At first it seemed quite interesting to watch them carry branches in their beak to build a nest. .
but then. . .
they taught their youngsters that it was unseemly to soil in the bed .. .
and the trunk of the tree took on a white washed facade .. .
and one lower branch after another succumbed to .. .
white wash. . . death.
This last winter. .
as you can see by the pile of needle-less branches . . .
it was on the short list for Christmas trees. . .
and we should have. . .
topped it. .
but we thought we would give it one more spring. .
to perk up. .
it gave notice. . that it wouldn't. .
and we gave notice. . .that we would. . .
Yesterday the white pine came down. .
So what you say?
It had to be documented you see. . .if I had been blogging the year it was planted. . .
it's life span would have been recorded.