It took me awhile to blog this time. They changed some things and I had a hard time finding my way back here. Some of us who aren't so computer saavy are like that. Plus I've been busy freezing broccoli from my garden, cleaning house for a family party, doing church secretary stuff, and the like.Today, as soon as I finished with my broccoli, I went to join Don and Bob outside. They were cutting down the last of the weeping willow tree that was next to the house.
I always have mixed feelings about changes. In some ways, I didn't like the tree. I always had to trim the long hanging branches so Bob could mow underneath without getting caught. It left lots of broken branches and dead wood to be cleaned up. Storm damage made it look a little unattractive during months when there were no leaves.
But there was a time when the tree was full of leaves. We sat under it the summer Alden and Afton were here. And lots of other times. The cats would sit on a branch and look in the kitchen at me. And I used to enjoy the view when I had my breakfast. I even took some pictures hoping my mom would find it worthy to paint.
I took some pictures today, too. But I think I'd prefer to show it the way it was. Mom doesn't do much painting anymore. Maybe I'll try it.
Update: I did try painting it. Conclusion: Some of us are better with a camera.
