Tyndale's Tree

My heart absolutely sank when I pulled up to my house tonight.  Tyndale's  tree had blown over and was laying on its side completely broken off from the roots.  I was in utter disbelief.  I still am.  We had some pretty bad storms tonight.  I'm not sure if it was wind or lightning that took it down, but it couldn't have been a cleaner break.  We got this tree almost one year after her birth and we've had it for 27 months.  Of all the trees in our neighborhood, this is the one that got hit.  And there probably isn't another tree with as much sentimental value.  

Matt has been soo sweet.  He has promised to replace it.  He has even suggested that we use it to make a baseball bat for Reagan.  I've already called an Arborist and left a message.  The tree is sitting in my backyard in a bucket of water, rootless.  I am 99.9% sure that this tree is going to die, but I'm going to wait to see what the Arborist says.  

The pictures above were taken in March when the tree bloomed for the first time this season.  I'm glad I captured that moment because it will not likely happen again.