Bye bye, garden birch! The old birch at the garden of our summer cottage (behind those faded black currant bushes in front of the house) folded at storm awhile ago. For so many decades (and many generations) it did delight us there. It survived of many storms through the years no matter how hard wind dragged it. It just stood strongly and beautifully there. Now that weak old tree came to end of it’s life. It couldn’t fight anymore. Just as people decay and past away (like part of my acquaintances from this village, and my father and  godfather also) so will everything else decay and fade away.