Probably about 3 lots of woodland about 25 steps from my back gate. It wasn't mine but I felt like it. Pheasants, deer, turkeys but even more than that it was a peaceful respite for the senses. We knew the people who owned it and treasured it and we knew what it meant to them. They have both died and the only thing was for me to enjoy it while I could.
I knew someone would come along and it would change someday. And they did, this week. Ben and Viv's little lilac tree that she insisted they move far enough from the street so it could bloom. The little apple tree that continued to live even through summers of drought. Many, many trees that provided shelter for creatures and an occasional person.
The tree people came and there's hardly anything left but my sadness.