So we have this "tree" in our front yard, a weeping birch. We inherited it from the previous owners, just one of their weird legacies. I'm no gardener but I'm told that some people graft them to standard birches to get a nice tall tree with weeping branches. Our tree is not one of those. Google also tells me that some people prune them to look like an umbrella. Us, not so much of that either. It sure wouldn't be our first choice of tree, but who wants to kill a perfectly healthy tree just because it doesn't know that the sun is UP THERE (yes, yes, who would know where the sun is in Seattle, blah blah)? Every year we talk about killing it and replacing it with a normal cherry tree, maybe a nice Japanese maple, and every year we don't because then it gets these nice little leaves and looks perky, kind of, in its backwards way. The little tree that could.
Now you know how, like, you can make fun of your own partner (when he sets the table he just puts plates down! No forks! I want to scream!) but no one else better? (That's my man you're talking about? I've so never said that out loud.)
That's kind of how I feel about this tree now, after our recent vandalism.
She's kind of charming, no? I think the anonymous chalk peanut gallery just makes her look more dignified.