Friday, May 03, 2013
At the end our street, there is a row of trees lining the border of another neighborhood, older than ours. When we first moved here, the trees were young and bright green. The trees have grown, filled out, lost a limb here or there, and taken on the air mature trees. Some carry scars from bored schoolchildren waiting for the bus, or by overzealous landscapers who chop away without thought.
The Ironwood trees grow slowly. Very slowly. Recently, landscapers cut old Ironwood trees away from utility lines. What they actually did to the trees was butcher them. It is shameful what was done to these trees. The trees will grow back, but it will take years and they will never be the same.