So today I am mourning the loss of my tree.
My German neighbours, Michael and Andreas, asked to trim our tree. It makes their house cold because no sun can get through. I sympathize because I also froze to death in my house this winter. We both suffered. When I got home, the tree was slaughtered; missing vital limbs and as ugly as a murdered puppy. That is how I feel. I'm yet to build up the courage to tell my nieghbours that "Incase you were unaware, you walked all over me with poo on your shoes and now I have no tree."
Quite plain backyard now equals ugly naked backyard. Now we have to fix it with things. There is definitely a garden swing involved.
Sigh.
So here are some pictures of the trees up the road from my house. Puppy Park.
