Kevin, the tree guy, didn't beat around the bush. Ahem. He gave a straightforward diagnosis: the third of the Four Oaks had about a year left to live. The infestation in the trunk was too extensive to warrant costly treatments. He suggested we have her removed--limbs, trunk, and roots. We believe Kevin. He has a degree from Penn state in plant science and forestry management.
I'm sad. It rained all morning. I put my hood over my hairdo that took all morning to set--what? Not true--then walked up the drive to collect yesterday's mail. On my way back I poked a finger around the softened, diseased parts at the base of the tree. Three tiny, worm like insects wriggled, annoyed at the disturbance.
It's wonderful, in many ways, how "little things mean a lot". And it's terrifying. Particularly if the termites in your tree of life also go by the names neglect, criticism, bitterness, sarcasm, cynicism, or even envy.
The tree will leave an empty space after many many years of growth. But, its vacancy will let in light and make room for Jeff to install sprinklers which, combined--Light and Water--will create a lush, healthy lawn for the children to enjoy.