i did not want to rent this apartment. when we first looked at it it was filthy–bird feathers and spilled beer filthy–and looked about as far from our beautiful north carolina home as i could imagine. but we didn’t have much time to look and believe it or not, in two days of looking we’d seen a lot that was worse.
and then, of course, there was the tree. a beautiful old thing that made the place feel like you’d walked into a tree house. the week we moved in, james had to leave for nova scotia to do research. i stayed behind, nesting. i set to work first on the bay window: scraped years of paint off its panes, filled in the gaps around its trim with caulk and gave it fresh coat of glossy paint–all of it an effort to frame the real masterpiece–our tree.
here she is, in four seasons.
summer. photo snapped in late summer, 2009. just days after moving into our new, northeastern home.
fall. here she is in her glory. photo snapped this past fall, 2010. our second glorious fall in providence.
winter. photo snapped in the early morning on the day after our first providence snow fall, 2009.
spring. photo snapped out of an open window. our tree in bloom.
and now, this morning, her beautiful branches that stretched in front of our bay window like a protective arm are all gone. i’m sure this guy has some explanation involving telephone wires. but i don’t really care about those things. i’ll be in mourning all day.
i have no business writing a story right now. i have a 20 page paper due tomorrow and i should be working on final edits and fine tuning not to mention starting a conclusion. but our little home just suffered a terrible blow and i can’t help myself but to share. forgive the melodrama. i take my trees seriously.