Let it rain

You may remember, back in August, I wrote an entire blog about our adventure in transplanting the two live oak trees we planted at our old house when each of the boys were born. It was quite an ordeal and some folks thought I’d lost my mind, but I was determined that this was the best choice for us. (I still am by the way.) But today, I find myself listening to the rain pouring down outside with an ache in my heart for one of our beloved trees.
I know, I know. It sounds dramatic. . . just read “Move the trees” for context.
The rain is especially troubling today because Noah’s tree, that was the biggest most beautiful live oak tree, is struggling to survive. It’s drowning from all the rain and there’s nothing we can do for it. The arborists have come to check on it multiple times. …