The chainsaws are roaring right outside my window, destroying trees that were young when Abraham Lincoln was in the White House. A snarling bulldozer is ripping the soil, uprooting smaller trees near the creek.
It's a sign of "progress."
Three years ago we moved into a home in a forest. We bought an existing house on a double lot in a hilly community filled with homes set among huge trees, small streams, waterfalls, parks and nature trails. Homes were hidden between the cedars, Douglas firs, hemlocks, spruce, beech and maples. Rhododendrons, dogwoods and other flowering trees made spring bright with promise. Summer was a hundred shades of green; fall an impressionist painting. Winters were mild, with snow as an occasional seasoning. ....
Three years later, our community in a forest has become a subdivision with some trees.
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