I might be a dirty tree-hugging hippie (except that I washed
my hair today).
I'm sitting here crying watching a crew dismember my Queen
Palm. I was told that the crown is broken, and it will never recover.
I don't believe it since it just sent up two new fronds, but the top of the
tree is listing badly. I made them wait while I called my brother to
ask him. He said if it were his, he would leave it ... until I
explained that it was four feet from my house. Twenty feet of majestic
palm-ness gone.
:(
I feel sick, and my house looks ugly now.
:((
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