It started dying in October, and although there was hope of it coming back to life in spring, this hope wasn’t justified.
Lebanese cedar was 23 years old. 8 years ago we brought it home from the nursery-garden when it was tiny, only 1.5 metres high. It stayed there for more than a year, and then it started growing, and grew up to 5 metres high, pleasing our eyes with its needles. It became the highest conifer in the whole country. It managed to survive two very cold winters and four boiling hot summers! But last autumn it suddenly started dropping its needles.
The specialists only shrugged: the tree has probably reached some nasty (for him) layer of soil with his roots. By winter it was already standing like this… As it was already said, we hoped that it will come to life in spring, but it didn’t.
We lost the Lebanese Cedar. Rest in peace, cedar, we will remember you.