Among the great things about my quiet Condo community are the trees. There are many varieties, but I especially fell in love with a Colorado blue spruce. It was near my back deck, standing tall and majestic, and I often marveled that it was beautiful enough to stand in Rockefeller Center. I once read that the Center‘s head gardener scouts holiday trees from communities in the northeast and beyond – and often thought what a great honor that must be.
With that memory stuck in my mind, I nicknamed the spruce my Rockefeller tree, as a tribute to all the years I spent in New York City, most in Brooklyn, and how I still adore visiting Rockefeller Center around the holidays. Of course, it could never be donated because it belonged to the Condo Association, but that was a minor point. It was nestled close to two other spruce trees and created a sheltering feeling.
In early March, a hundred year wind storm took down my beloved spruce – while sparing its partners. Yet in a small miracle, I found the spruce nestled against a bare ash tree on the other side of the fence,with its roots pulled up. There was no collateral damage anywhere. The tree seemed at peace. I will consider that final act to be confirmation that it was indeed “magical,” protected by a neighboring tree even in its final days .
The crew cutting up the fallen spuce saved a round hunk of its trunk for me at my request. I was very sad that last morning, but also finally accepting such a sudden, spectacular ending. I will miss my Rockefeller tree!