It's easy to get used to what I see on my walk to the bakery every morning...the Royal Farm Store on the corner of 219 and Philosopher's Terrace, The Kent County Court House with it's centuries of history that whisper to me as I walk along the moss covered brick walk way, Leslie and Suzanne, Margot and Mary on their morning walks, the sycamores that stand and lean keeping watch over Cross and High Street. There used to be two outside the Evergrain windows, familiar sentinels that had stood there for decades.
On Tuesday one of those creatures was taken down...Had I not seen the red X that is always a sign that a tree is going to be cut down...was I really that oblivious to its impending fate? And so I sat, not reading the morning N.Y.Times but instead I looked out the window watching, pausing for a moment to say goodbye.
On Tuesday one of those creatures was taken down...Had I not seen the red X that is always a sign that a tree is going to be cut down...was I really that oblivious to its impending fate? And so I sat, not reading the morning N.Y.Times but instead I looked out the window watching, pausing for a moment to say goodbye.
Later in the day, around 3 PM I decided to walk back to the bakery to see the stump and count the rings (and get a pastry) but lo and behold, a new tree was in it's place, new life to grow, clean the air once Spring arrives. Matilda says its a pin oak. I go inside, get a cup of coffee and a scone, look out the window and try to imagine what the world will be like when that new planting reaches its full maturity...
I'm reminded of what I believe to be a Jewish blessing..."may you be buried in a casket made from a 100 year old tree...that I will plant for you this day."
The title of today's blog is taken from the chorus of a song by Pam Ortiz...the Story of the Wood...www.pamortizmusic.com
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