Saving a Tree

Smiling in his Stihl chainsaw hat, had the arborist saved the tree from itself or from me? Had he saved my house or my neighbors’ from the heavy limbs? Maybe nothing

was ever going to fall, he told me gently as I wrote the check and we looked up admiringly at his work. When he left, I called to tell you how I knew

I was the tree that fell in the forest and nobody heard it. So did it make a sound? You said, Mandy, it made a sound, and you heard it, so tell me all about it. I told you,

I love you and I will.