Spring Horrors……

I can hear it.  It’s on the street behind my house.  My body feels the sound and immediately I get sad/angry/tense.  Sometimes, it actually takes my mind 10-30 minutes to label the sound.  My denial is strong, because, even though it is a familiar sound, I just don’t want to think about another tree being chainsawed and mauled in my neighborhood.

My friends and pals growing up would call me a tree-hugger, but it wasn’t necessarily said kindly.  It made me feel different and strange.  And, it was true.  I loved trees, and just like Julia Butterfly-Hill, I could become an activist for these amazing plants.

to be continued.