Our pineapple guava tree died this winter. We had it for the last three years of its long life (judging by the rings, 40-50 at least). In its last few years, it put up with California’s once in a lifetime drought. It also saw a rapid recovery from drought the last two years.
Our tree was the highlight of the patio. It stood alone in rain.
It mingled with our guests when we had parties.
It stood by when a friend knit us a minion.
It gave us a season of fruit
It gave the bees couple of years of nectar (and many decades more when it wasn’t ours).
Our wee little fig tree, that our neighbor gave us when we moved in 3 years ago, is taller than me now. Cycle of life goes on.