I cried when the council cut down my tree. I did not see that coming

{"@context":"https://schema.org","@type":"NewsArticle","dateModified":"2026-07-27T01:45:00Z","datePublished":"2026-07-27T01:45:00Z","description":"That tree witnessed 27 years of my life – the comings and goings, the baby, the teenager and every version since.","headline":"I cried when the council cut down my tree. Turns out it was also propping up something I hadn’t clocked until now: a sense of home.I want to be clear that I did not think of this tree often. I did not know its Latin name until council’s notice arrived and informed me of it, almost as an afterthought, the way you may meet a friend’s family at their funeral.AdvertisementA few weeks ago, council decided that my tree was in poor health and, this week, the tree-people took a buzzy chainsaw to it.