Trees are easily the oldest living things around us. Perhaps that’s why they “speak” to us. But not enough people notice their worth. Down the street one neighbor cut down a healthy, non-branch dropping red oak to give more light to a wimpy, VERY sick Japanese maple, which is not even native here. That’s sick.

“The artist alone know the complexity of the blackest black. And only she knows where and how to use it in the shadows of the sunniest painting.”

For some reason it is always hard to cut down a tree, even one that is inconvenient or messy, even the one that throws off branches in the slightest wind, branches that stop a mower or break its blades. Trees seem to hold a significance for us and almost everyone has a special tree in memory.

Life brings change and it always has two sides, the lament for the past and the anticipation of the future. Tomorrow may shine bright and sunny, but its very brightness will cause the shadows of memory that lurk in corners. We need both, Garnet.

Have a wonderful time planning the future of the spot the tree formerly occupied. Spring is nearly here!