For the past decade, the Thermometer Tree has always been there, a silent sentinel beckoning me to enjoy the warmth of a summer day, or warning me to wear a coat against winter's blast.
It has always been there, through rocking winds and monsoon rains.
It has always been there, watching over the wildlife, with birds in its branches and deer at its feet.
It has always been there, even when we weren't, welcoming us back after a four-day wildfire evacuation.
It has always been there, until now.
It was too close to the house.
But it was here first.
Maybe we built the house too close to it...
Either way, the tree had grown tall enough to fall on the house during a wildfire, and it had to go.