Skip to Content

the moral wardrobe: tree mourning

Ethical Details: Skirt – secondhand via thredup*; Sandals – Betula; Earrings – c/o Bario Neal

About a month ago, the land lady emailed us to let us know she would be hiring an arborist to do some “tree work” on the property. I didn’t think much of it; I knew we had some overgrown bushes and a tree on the side of the house that was growing dangerously close to the foundation. But when I got home from work on the day the arborist came, I found they’d taken down the lovely, sprawling, flowering tree that had lived in the center of our yard. I was devastated; in fact, I cried. And I didn’t feel like spending time in the back yard being constantly reminded of what used to be. 
Over the years, I’d made a habit of observing the way the light shone through its leaves and branches every time I walked to and from my car, and for days after it was gone, I kept glancing over expecting to see something beautiful, instead seeing only a scattering of orange dirt. One can grow quite attached to something and not realize how important it was until it’s gone. 
RIP, tree. You were my second favorite tree in the world.

*Referral link

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Eimear Greaney

Saturday 22nd of August 2015

such pity about your tree - but I know in ireland that sycamores (non native tree) are the most dangerous near houses as they take up so much water, we have beech trees and a birch in our garden and the other side is a private car park. our new neighbour (as was his right) trimmed the part on his side. I was so relieved that he didn't over do it (although the spindly cherry tree got it) - but then again, I have now resolved to plant a cherry tree in a large pot for the side return of the house.....

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: