Since we came to live in Berlin, it was there: the tree in the backyard.
Morning and evening,
winter, spring, summer and autumn.
Yesterday I heard the chainsaw screaming in the backyard. Of course Robert Frost's lines sprang into my mind, but nobody listened when I howled "Out, Out!" -
"The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, (...)
I'm not overly sentimental (I hope), and the renter will have had her reasons (two big branches had broken down over the years).
But I will miss it - it was the nicest sight the backyard had to offer.