I Have Feelings About My Tree
WHEN THE REAL ESTATE agent drove me up to the house, the sight took my breath away. There, in front of what is now my home, was a majestic, 100-foot-tall American elm, with a twisting trunk and broad crown. I adore this tree, and ever since moving in 14 years ago, I’ve imagined her watching over my family, as she watched over the family with two children before us. My husband and I have always liked to relax in chairs on our shaded front lawn on warm evenings. But one late afternoon in the spring of 2020, I felt the unfamiliar sensation of sun dappling my legs. Looking up, I noticed her crown was sparse, several branches completely bare. An arborist came, then another, and the diagnosis made me sob. Our…