Where I live is always windy which makes the hot summers of Texas bearable but the winters pretty chilly. Sometimes we experience majestic storms and pretty powerful winds. In the snowmagedom of 2020, my beautiful Basswood tree half died. We used to called it the bee tree because our bees loved this tree. Twice a year the tree flowered and the bees went nuts on it. They loved it so much that we could hear the little bees from my kitchen door. Thousands of them. On those times, the tree sounded as if it was alive with a thousands volts of electricity running through its branches. It was a site to behold. The following year we saw it shooting new saplings around my yard, five of them to be more exact, in all different places. A year later it finally died. This year, we had a big wind and it tumbled my huge tree. Oh well, it was time to cut it down anyway, the wind just did us a favor. We will now uproot one of the saplings and planted it in the place of the old bee tree. I will love to hear the bees on it again in a couple of years.
