
Okay, I confess. This week I put out a contract on Ms. Liquid Amber, a senior citizen and longtime member of our front yard garden club. Oh, my husband and I had tried to trim back her lofty ambitions, but she kept leaning over the neighbor’s roof on windy days while inching her toes toward critical parts of our home’s foundation. I really had no choice.
Alas, I even photographed her agonizing demise. Talk about a chain-saw massacre! For all of you sap-thirsty homeowners, I have included photos.
David and I will miss Ms. Liquid Amber’s splendid autumn foliage. During any season, the front yard won’t look the same without her imposing 70 to 80-foot form. But we will sleep more peacefully at night in her absence. Especially during storms.





