Boise is the city of trees. The river that bisects downtown is lined with them; the streets in our neighborhood - the north end - are too. Boise was named from a derivative of french trader's exclamation "the woods" upon seeing the tree lined river. The beautiful towering aged trees are one of the pleasures of living in Boise.Unfortunately we had to cut down the old apple tree in our backyard. It had rotted through on one half, the side facing the house not more than 10 feet away. I enlisted my father in law and his chainsaw to help. It was quick going with only one near miss when a major limb took a dive into the basement window well, somehow missing the window in the process. Now all that remains is a stump, and that only until I dissolve it in place.
We'll replace the tree but there is a little sadness in the passing of the old apple tree. Perhaps I have read "The Giviing Tree" once too many times.
