Big Tree was taken down late this morning after gladdening the hearts of my family for more than three decades. This wasn't just a big tree, this was Big Tree. It had a name. A douglas fir of indeterminate years (I haven't counted the rings in the stump yet), Big Tree has been a true friend.
Big Tree sprouted from a stump left over from the famed Yacolt Burn http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yacolt_Burn of 1902. Over the years, the nurse tree from which it grew began to decay until our proud old friend was virtually perched on bare roots as if on a tripod. In a matter of time, a wind storm would have taken the tree crashing down, blocking our lane and probably smashing the shop building. Worse still, someone could have been injured. It was time to call in a professional to perform the sad but necessary task of cutting it down.
Many happy hours have been spent by my kids playing under this fine tree. It's been a blessing, and we will all miss it. Its wood will warm our house for the next few winters, but the memory of Big Tree will warm our hearts for a lifetime.
|R. I.P., Big Tree|
For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.