I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The world has changed. Nothing will ever be the same again.
Me: Is this about the dead pecan tree?
Stella: Yes, and don’t talk about it. It hurts my feelings.
Me: It will if you think only about what was lost. Have you noticed how many birds have come into the yard since the dead tree was cut back the other day? Woodpeckers, mockingbirds, sparrows…
Stella: But why now? The Bird Tree is gone.
Me: The big stump is left. And they are finding new places to perch. Not everything has changed. We just make some adjustments.
Stella: Is it alright if I say something about the old pecan tree?
Stella: Dear Old Pecan Tree, we miss you. We may get used to you being gone, but one thing is for sure. Our bulldog world is a lot weirder now. And the yard is a whole bunch emptier. But at least squirrels won’t be able to throw nuts on our heads from your branches anymore.
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