As I drive through my streets, I am reminded of the scenes of a few months back after Hurricane Irene came through here. Our neighborhood lost hundreds of mighty oak trees that lined the streets for months. Disaster relief crews and tree removal services swooped in from states all over. We were desperately trying to get our lives back in order and basic services restored. We couldn't get in and out of our homes, let alone find power or energy to rescue all that beautiful hardwood. I lost four trees myself apart from a number of smaller trees. Now I think of all that wood, now gone, and almost cry. Just the trees I could see from my house would make center beams for many a fine room if handled right. Instead, they were cut down, hauled away and ended up as firewood or mulch somewhere.
I'm missing my trees; can you tell?
I'm missing my trees; can you tell?