Wednesday, October 17, 2018
When we moved into where we live now I quickly noticed that a big tree was blocking the purity of one of our best views.
"If only that tree weren't there." I thought. I may even have said it aloud a few dozen times.
Then one day we came home and there was a work crew around and up in the tree. They had chainsaws, and ropes, and they were cutting up this old giant oak.
"Oh my God!" I cried. "I've wished death on this beautiful tree. I'm a tree killer! Please let it not be so."
I raced over to the work crew (half of whom were idle, as it is and ever should be) and I asked, mortified "Is this whole tree coming down?"
"No." One guy reassured me. "We're just clearing away the branches that are too near the wires. The tree will be fine."
Posted by Feldenstein Calypso at 6:30 AM
Labels: nature, psychology, rok
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