One Work-at-Home Friday in May or June, I heard some people talking in our courtyard. It was a couple of people from our front office and a guy who seemed to know a lot about landscaping. They fawned over some trees in other planters, then walked over to ours and said matter-of-factly, "So, this one's dead."
I immediately texted The Human Male to let him know that we were finally getting a new tree.
I took one last picture with Charlie Brown:
While I was in Portland, they removed it:
And then they put in a new one:
After a couple of weeks, we noticed that New Tree wasn't doing so well. Shortly afterward, we found a very similar yet healthier one in its place.
The tree seems to still be doing okay (although the sprinkler system in the planter went berserk this weekend and now shoots a 10 foot flood of water against our patio door at 3:30 in the morning). It's losing some leaves, but I don't know if that's a sign of trouble or Autumn. Fingers crossed this one holds up!