10/29: relaxing already

No, I'm not relaxing exactly, but the grand willow oak at the bottom of our hill is.  Half of it seemed to die two years ago--and we kept waiting (hoping) to see if new life would emerge.  It didn't, and Chris made arrangements for some tree people to come and take the dead part down this morning.  By the time I came home this evening the tree seemed happier somehow, like it could breathe; it already appeared as if it was letting its leaves and branches relax and reach out more on the side that used to be hemmed in by the dead bit.