“This world is but a canvas to our imagination.” – Henry David Thoreau
Ten hours and $5800 later, my sixty year old silver maple is gone. The backyard is stark. A blank canvas. I am not sure what I’ll put in its place. I’m still thinking about it and looking at garden and patio magazines for ideas. When it’s right, I’ll know it. I asked them to leave a chunk of the tree to make a bench out of it to carry a piece of the old into what will be new. Some things we get so used to that we don’t have a vision of what could be until the canvas is blank. So as I face a blank canvas in my backyard and other parts of my life, I go forward with confidence that the possibilities will be more exciting if I am open to them. Start painting and watch the colors fill the canvas. The beauty unfolds if we get out of the way.
I’m sorry about the tree. 🙁
You could plant another maple tree, it would be like the phoenix rising from it’s own ashes.
Cast-light, I agree with SkiDaddy’s suggestion, but your thoughtful discussion of the matter suggests to me you’ll come to the right conclusion in time. Maybe something will sprout there of it’s own accord. 🙂 I wish you all the best, and do have incredible fun with your newly blank canvas. :-)//mm
Very well said, and healthy, positive attitude! I hope you can create something that gives you pleasure.