Remember how poorly I treated my red maple tree last fall? (Leaves That Taunt and "Red Maple, Red Maple)
Well...it died. Unloved and unappreciated. Instead of saying "Thank you for shading my family...thank you letting my children spend countless hours
I am the worm of a child in The Giving Tree.
This spring, I watched with glee as all of our trees budded out and bloomed...all but one. The poor, "Pitiful Pearl" that was our red maple tree.
I felt sadness and guilt for
The price tag of a tree removal visited my dreams and haunted my thoughts.
Even an entire bag of chocolate chips couldn't cheer me up.
On a tip from a neighbor, I called the city in hopes that my red maple carnage would be considered their responsibility.
For the love of all things holy- THE RED MAPLE WAS THEIR RESPONSIBILITY!
This was five days ago, folks.
The city trucks rolled up this morning at 8:07am. I was watering the lawn in all my glory. Sucking down coffee, stumbling around the yard in my pj's rocking my morning Don King hair.
Here is how it went down...
I vow not to trash talk my dogwood tree or my crabapple tree...but my sycamore tree can bite it.