Something is missing, right? This is the hill I walk up with Kiki every day, the one I used to call 'the hill with the cherry tree.' This beautiful tree, which stood stoic and magestic on the hilltop for almost a century, was uprooted in the most intense and destructive summer storm this little corner of the world has seen.
It was like a friend we greeted each morning, and in every season. It gave us pretty blossoms in spring, shade in summer, golden foliage in fall, and a landmark in winter.
It will be greatly missed.
Below, you'll see some pictures of this beautiful life-form when it was still alive and healthy. I've taken many, many photos of it since moving here. These are a few of my favorites.