This winter one of my dead trees fell down, doing no damage, thankfully. It was to the left of this picture originally, and the gnarled body remains. Gerry is buried right in back of the log, where I hope to find some sun-loving perennials to plant. The little red maple is from my home in RI, where my father took care of it, for over 8 years. It was a volunteer from a Mother’s Day tree from 1982! We called the original, still thriving, “Toby’s Tree” named after our Maltese puppy, second dog, who loved to sit under it and watch the sunset. I was so honored to be able to plant it next to Gerry.
I also got a new bird house and hung a solar lamp from it.
The chimes to the right are from my brother, a few birthday’s ago. My next plan is to plant some crawly type of flowers inside the log, as there is a big hollow space on the left hand side, ( There’s a dead Mum plant from September still in there now.)
This was the hous ewith BIG yard that I bought after my divorce, knowing I would have a dog someday. Too bad Gerry did most of his “business” and playing, in the three adjoining yards to the left which also had dogs. His only interest in his OWN yard were the deer that he would chase to the tree line! I learned what ‘ “face plant” was when he first saw one! Oh you crazy boy! Mommy is thinking of you.
