Our poor tree.

I wrote last year about this tree. Take a look HERE. Seems a little silly to put so much emotional importance on a tree but I do. I think this tree is a significant story teller that runs parallel with us.

Let me add a little back story and maybe you can see it. In my and husband’s relationship there have been a few bumps. Nothing catastrophic, but bumps big enough to jostle your brain when ya go over ‘em. Who hasn’t?! It seems whenever we have something major happen everything major happens. So, we built a new house and were moving crap over daily and in the middle of the mess a huge storm hits our town. Tornados nearby, rain coming sideways, and lightening that was scary close. Ya know, summer storm, Midwest style. I thought sure with everything happening we would have lost the tree. She was a bendin’. Nope. It stood. Strong and tall and I looked at my hubbs and thought “just like always we are gonna make it”. Then two days later a second but not nearly as ferocious storm blew through and took our tree with it.

Leveled to the ground. Again! This tree does this about every five years. So do we. I cried. A lot. Then I started over analyzing the symbolism. With all the stress of the five-million-and-two things that we loaded up on our plates, my lover and I had been fighting quite a bit. Is the tree trying to tell us that some storms you can weather but some are just to big to withstand?! Or was it saying here’s a fresh start for you? Just call me neurotic. Some people take advice from tea leaves. At least mine was living.

Well… running true with the tree speak we have moved on, started fresh. We have cleaned up our old mess (well…almost) and have begun to grow a new life from the ground up in a different place.

(insert sad faces)

Let’s just hope this new house’s tree isn’t a sign of anything. It was a straight-up pain in the ass then immediately it died. Puleeze! Really?!?

And of course, before i got a pic (stupid camera. STUPID battery.) the magic tree fairy (aka: project manager) came and replaced it. Maybe that is a sign! Ugh.

So now I have little to no worries a (surface survey) and I just pray the grass here is not the fortune teller. Premium Kentucky Bluegrass my foot! More like poopity-poop-poop. Poop. Although the grass does kinda feel like me right now… crabby and a little “broad”.