Warning: This post contains graphic depictions of the aftermath of physical violence.
Please, if you are in any way sentimental about Our Friends The Trees — turn back now. Because violence is being committed in my yard on a regular basis.
This mayhem is a recent example.
And some of you may recall this image from “project 2011” .
Yes, the sad fact, dear Readers, is that I beg and plead with Jeff on an annual basis to chop down another 20 or more trees in our yard. You can’t imagine the hopeful visions I have for the back portion of our lot! The label “Tree-ma-geddon” comes to mind.
But I haven’t always been this way: I used to revere trees in all their forms. I am a native desert rat, after all, with scenery like this all around me throughout my childhood.
Living in the midwest has taught me…
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