After a fabulous fast energizing primary, and a tough but healing massage therapy session I arrived home to this:
Those were 200 year old pine trees which were the home of so many birds, squirrels, and their many predators I suppose. Some mornings and evenings there was so much going on among those branches that I felt like Mrs. Kravitz from Bewiched checking out all the action. I never imagined that the owners of that property would even consider cutting down those trees, otherwise I would have been an obnoxious calling town hall bitch. Who knows what kind of monstrosity is going to go up in less than half an acre. Heartsick.