I think I get sentimentally attached to things very quickly.My feelings, when I woke up this morning, quickly went from confusion to tender sadness.
There were men talking outside my bedroom window, you see, and--within minutes--they started taking down my precious Lemonade Tree.
This tree is special to me because we see each other at the start and conclusion of every day. I like the sound of the wind rustling through his leaves, and--many a night--this is the very thing that relaxes me enough to finally sleep.
I have sentimental attachment to it, and I will explain further why. Shortly after moving into this apartment, I wrote the following blog (reprinted below) about this tree. Please do my little tree honor and read it again for me!
Perhaps it is fitting that my beloved tree should go and then myself shortly thereafter. I'm mentally preparing to say good-bye to this apartment, which I have loved so much, so I suppose it is only fitting. Nothing stays the same forever, and the life of this Lemonade Tree represents my happy life here in this apartment. Oh, sweet memories!
The good news is that this tree was made of a weed/vine, so the probability of it coming back, despite the men's hard efforts to completely destroy it, is still GREAT, and I shall wish for it! :-)
