I’ve repeatedly said that one of my favorite things about our new space is the number of birds we have around. I mentioned it here and real-life friends are probably like “We get it! Enough about the birds.”
Well we finally figured out why. This tree that is only technically half ours and hangs into our yard and provides awesome shade…
This beautiful, mature tree (on the right)…
Is a mulberry. Guess what birds love? Mulberries.
I’ve already been through the five stages of grief with this tree.
Denial: It can’t be THAT bad right? (Said before the fruit was ripe enough to fall.)
Anger: Why would anyone CHOOSE a mulberry tree and let it get THAT big?!?
Bargaining: Please God, don’t let it be such a mess.
Depression: They’re everywhere….
Acceptance: The tree has to go.
I know. I know. I hate it. It kills me (both of us, really) to think about taking down a mature tree. But we tried and we can’t live with this. The tentative plan is to take it out and put in the biggest tree that 1) we can afford and 2) makes sense for the yard.
On the bright side, we’ll definitely use the wood in our to-be-constructed fire pit and in Aaron’s new smoker (which we’re falling more in love with each time he fires it up). It’s not a total loss… but it still feels like one.