Our backyard has always been dominated by this massive tree that grew up on a slant in the centre and towered over everything.
During a storm this summer, a big branch came down, fell across our yard, broke the neighbour’s fence, and had to be cut away.
A couple of macho guys with saws came and hacked away at the problem branch.
Thus began the demise of the tree.
It had been a home to many, a hang out joint – my boy and I called it “kitty’s tree” cause the cat would roar up it’s slanted trunk and, lolling in a crook halfway up, survey her queendom.
A hammock hung from it’s branches – the perfect shady refuge on a summer day.
But the loss of the big branch had upset the balance, and the tree would sway precipitously in every gust of wind.
It had to go, had become a danger, was likely to break further and do more damage. It was becoming ugly as it lost its parts.
And so it was taken away, leaving a big empty space in the back yard.
My teenager complained that his room was suddenly too bright, he couldn’t sleep in in the morning – the windows to the back where we’d never had curtains were suddenly open and exposed to the morning sun.
We added black velvet to his window to give him some darkness again.
Sitting at my desk at night I suddenly found I could see right across the yard into the neighbours’ windows – neighbours I’d never been very aware of before became little fragments of stories moving around in their homes.
And then one morning I noticed how all this new light allowed the smaller trees to shine – where before they’d been dwarfed and overshadowed, now they could begin to come into their own…
Weekly Photo Challenge – Let there be Light!
A friend was in from out of town. We used to be roommates – a year or so spent as Plateau rats in one of those gorgeous, reasonable-rent Montreal apartments with a view of the mountain, just before I became a mom or really had a career to speak of – so long ago now, those young and loose bohemian times.
My friend was / is a singer, and would wander around the apartment in a thin bathrobe warming up her vocal chords. We’d meet for coffee and giggles in the kitchen before heading our separate ways – she taught from home, I was working long days in the early days of a film career.
The first night she was here, after some 20 years of really not being in touch much at all, we stayed up late into the night talking, drinking wine, catching up on the many shifts and twists in the tales of fate and circumstances, reaching further and further into the delight in each other’s company, alive again and still as it had been at the kitchen table many years ago.
It was in the morning after she left I saw the pomegranate on the kitchen table. She must have brought it with her and left it behind.
Such a treat, the thick rind, the weird layers of membrane holding the tasty seeds – such a unique fruit sensation.
Pleasures, simple pleasures, friends and fruit.
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