Going, Going, Gone to the Peach Tree

 In the fall of 2008, I was a mess and my sweet Mister was helping me with a transition in life.  He knew of my love for peaches and planted a peach tree in his yard just for me.  It was such a sweet gesture and one that endeared him even more to me.  I don't have a picture from that absolutely beginning, but the following spring, I did snap this picture of Mister working in the yard and you can see my baby growing in the background.

One day we came home and say this.  We have absolutely no idea what happened but we're pretty sure it's not a good sign that the tree is doing well.  She is laying on the house and I'm just so sad.

Today --- she is coming down.  Going, going . . .

Still going . . .

Finally, there is only the trunk left and a simple push has it down on the ground.  Mister discovers that it only has one root extending from it and surmises that the other roots rotted for some reason, causing the tree to fall.

It seems so sad that while we are working on this -- the sunset is glowing off of another tree in the yard --- yes, that pile of branches next to it is my beloved tree.

And gone! Sigh.