|Last day for the 80-year old Norway Maple|
|Logs in a truck|
|This too shall pass|
who planted the tree, the city or the home owners, or if it grew to 100 + feet from a stray maple key left by carelessness or design. I feel like a house has been removed, or a faithful friend. So, this blog post is meant as a passing note of admiration and recognition: dear 80-year old Norway maple, thanks for all the shade.
Here's a youtube video of beautiful spring trees on Toronto Island, set to my guitar music.