During an ice storm a few years ago a beautiful old weeping cherry fell over in the yard. I left the roots and fallen stump because there was beauty in the mossy bark and it was a perfect home for Buddha
Over the years the tree has started re-growing and the most amazing microcosm has formed. The leaves have aphids, which brings tiny black beetles who eat the aphids, which brings bushtits to eat the tiny beetles and aphids.
Bushtits are itty bitty little birds who happily twitter in the weeping cherry not a foot from my head and bring me great joy, for which I am grateful