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Missing My Tree

At this time of year I always think about a tree I used to have. It broke my heart a few years back when we were forced to remove the four story blue spruce that completely filled our front yard. You see I bought it soon after the birth of my first. It was my Bunny tree that symbolized my happiness at her birth. But when the sod died and the moss thrived on the dogwood, it had to go. Hubby considered finding a place that rented industrial equipment like backhoes and trenchers and have them move the tree. That didn’t work out though. When it came down, I felt as if I had lost a piece of my heart.

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