Memoirs of a 200 year old

It's a sad day, my friends. My muse has left me. Or more like...was cut down...with no small amount of frustration, pouting and a few tears on my part.

Two weeks ago I walked outside to find this:

A branch had simply cracked off on a windless, non-icy day. It (the one indicated with the red arrow) landed on the one below it, eventually causing it to break off as well.

A tree man was called and he discovered the entire tree was cracking down the center of the branch convergence near the top of the trunk. I am so very sad. I know that's probably silly to some of you but I get a lot of goodies as well as a lot of enjoyment from my old oak tree. I have never had to buy moss for any project. I have used the fallen leaves as gift tags, I used the acorns in my decor, I even glittered the galls.

My favorite though, was to snap photos. It has such a great silhouette that even getting just a part of it in a photo was always fun for me.

So in memoriam here are some of my favorites. Hang on...I need a tissue...

In Spring,

Summer,

Fall,

And Winter.

I liked standing at the very base to look up - made me feel quite small and insignificant.

Just a corner...swirling in the clouds.

Sunsets.

And rainbows.

(and puppies and unicorns! Oh wait...)

Earlier this week I did manage to get its broken silhouette with the moon and the Christmas lights.

And I'll never forget the insane Canadian Goose that landed in it.

I was taking the photo through a window so just go ahead and pretend the windows were clean, okay?

I will miss you tree.