In France, I had a similar tree before my window, I am no more in France, but the tree is no more there either : one day, three years ago, my grandson then aged only 7 decided to cut it and put it in a new place, where he thought it would be good to remember their cat.
It never lived again.
I hoped, it will grow back, one year it almost seemed so, but this summer when I went back it was still absent. It lives in my memory, my old photos of it, and it is here in London through its brother, a similar tree not far for me to go and see and remember.
photo taken in October 2005 in my garden near Paris
photo taken in October 2010 in the court London
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