The tree man’s my bitch. Muahaha. No really, though, he backed down from his murderous plan fairly easily, and agreed to prune instead. I didn’t even have to show him pictures to prove what an important role the tree plays in our lives (and trust me, I had them ready). So the ribbon o’ death has been removed, and our lovely little ornamental cherry tree has been granted a stay of execution.
I feel much better, ya’ll. I literally went out a while ago and gave my tree a hug. Like, literally.