Yep, yesterday the Old Gal stood up. What? You didn't hear me yelling as I came home, "She's alive!"
Someone asked Hubby why we didn't just take a chainsaw to her and the other two pecan trees (which are also upright and staked). He told me his reply was, "The things you do for the love of a woman." He explained that I was so heartbroken, he was going to do everything in his power to try and get our old friend upright once more. And in the mode of "It Takes a Village", a lot of folks have contributed to that shining moment.
If anyone ever doubted what a good man Hubby is, the Old Gal stands in silent tribute to what a big heart looks like. I wouldn't trade him for anything.
So I'm on my way to get her a good meal of fertilizer to encourage her to dig deep and hold on. She's already budding out...a good sign for someone whose been lying on her side since October. She won't retain her former glory in my lifetime (after all, she's well over 200 years old), but seeing her stand proud once more makes my heart sing.
Hubby did it for the love of a woman. I'm pretty sure he meant me. But I have a feeling, he meant her too.