Monday, April 14, 2008
It was a big high branch
In august, it was cut, good or bad intention, but no one told me until I found the leaves drying: as it was attached to a bigger tree, it did not fall down all.
My heart hurt, but the dead was done. I felt a bit better but not really a lot, when we discovered it was my grand son: he wanted to make more beautiful the cat's grave with it...
I made pictures of it, looked, nothing came out... until now: a small brench emerged from almost the base of it. In a few years, it will sure grow hight and beautifull - even if I'll not be able to see it.
Life goes on.