I Don't Speak Very Well For The Trees
Actually, the tree did look a tad sickly last August, when we came back from Acadia; but we chalked that up to the abnormally dry summer we had had. "It'll come back," we assured each other. "Next spring, you'll see." Only it didn't, so there it stands, ruining our view of our gorgeous rhododendron and presenting a grim reminder of the consequences of horticultural ignorance.
Hey, I know - let's look at some before and after pictures!
I don't know what I did wrong with this tree, since I have benignly neglected it with the same non-zeal as I have applied to our flourishing rhododendron; but I am obviously a murderer of all things good and beautiful. It's a special talent of mine.
In other news, on this blog's Facebook page, I posted a link to a house that is for sale in Canada. People, that link got more views than anything I have ever written myself. At the risk of sounding like a purveyor of clickbait, go find out why! (Really, I don't want to spoil it. Just check it out.)
(Also, trigger warning: CLOWNS)