The metamorphosis of the fir tree

Right from the start it has been there, the fir tree. It was planted a long time ago by the hands of my grandparents. It was once a small, delicate tree. But over the decades it grew big and mighty. Protective, but sometimes also terrifying. After all these years, it now had to go. It became too big, too mighty. It took up a lot of space. The tree blocked out the light for the little house standing small and slender next to it. So, last December the fir tree’s last hour had come. I watched the forester Jakob doing his job a little wistfully. I saw the tree receding bit by bit until it had almost completely disappeared. But now the little house gets light again and can breathe again. But the fir tree has not disappeared completely. It will delight us all in a different form. Which form remains to be seen. Various possibilities are still running through my head. Something beautiful will be created again with the help of Jakob. Next summer, the metamorphosis of the fir tree will be completed for the time being. Somehow it will remain with us and will continue to protect and delight us.