Say It Ain’t So

 They are cutting down trees in the park. Several Norfolk pines have disappeared. This is alarming to me. 

I know the bad frost we had has damaged the limbs. The needles became brown and brittle. I know this because we have a Norfolk pine in our front yard. John gently trimmed the dead branches off it, giving it a chance of survival as it is likely not really dead. He treasures that tree; I know this because he intentionally bought it and planted it eight years ago. 

They are living creatures, ya know.

I’m just bummed that these trees, which lent such beauty to the park, were not given a chance and written off as dead. Three large trees have been sacrificed. Which means it’s starting to look like a trailer park with no redeemable qualities. Atleast we had some trees. We had some real nature to offset the bane of human nature. 

I guess we’re screwed. But at least we’ve got the palms, the bread and butter of a concrete jungle ( I am using jungle in the literal sense). You know you’re in Florida when you see palms. 

I’m just sad for the pines. Like this lone tree I found in a parking lot. I had to give this tree a hug and commend it for being so brave. And beautiful. I texted my mother, “god shines his light on this humble tree.” Maybe I am going too far. But it is part of the air we breathe, after all (I need all the air I can get (cough)). 

Sorry to bore you with my rant. And please be nice to trees. 

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