I can’t really explain what an eerie feeling it is to come home to a field of torn down plums. These plums have been such a focal point for us since we moved in visually and in our minds. We spent many months debating how to handle them and the farmer who planted them on our property line. We always wanted to fence off the property but how do we do that with trees there? We spent months thinking of all the possible scenarios especially the ones that end in endless expensive court battles with the mysterious farmer we were yet to meet. One day months ago Scott met the farmer and he graciously ripped out many of his trees to accommodate our fence!
So to come home to the trees that we look at daily and see them on their sides dying is really a sad sight. We have grown to love them. But the farmers lead field worker told us they weren’t “special” so I guess they rip them out. Just like that. Three years of money time and labor just ripped out because it’s not “special.” At least they won’t be replanting it with corn! I asked he said no! I just have to give thanks to the farmer for waiting until after our wedding to rip them out because some sad decaying trees would have made an awful backdrop for the wedding day photos!