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.
So sad.
Heartsick with you. So sorry.
Thanks, Hopefully they will plant something when they see how the headlights hit them right the face in the evenings…
It hits me viscerally when large, old trees are cut down. Especially trees in places where I walk frequently. There’s a relationship there, and something very real is lost. Mourning is the appropriate response, at least for crazy treehuggers like me… Maybe your neighbors are nicer than they seem, and just a bit clueless.
I was surprised by the intensity of my reaction. You are right about the relationship aspect because it is not about my view or esthetics a all. I also agree that sometimes people have absolutely no idea that they have done something harmful or inconsiderate.
+1 for a visceral reaction to seeing healthy, old trees being cut down. I was 16 when a row of healthy trees across the street from our apartment in Singapore were cut to make way for construction. Those trees were a part of my childhood landscape and I was appalled at how casually they (and nature in general) were treated. But that’s the reality I suppose. When you have enough money to do whatever you want, nature and landscapes become a commodity, not something to respect.