We recently lost a 300 year old (estimated by rings after cutting) ash in our neighborhood park to...well...age, rot, a series of lighting strikes, and finally, a windstorm. Not a peep in the local paper, nothing. Damn, I loved that tree.
Trees are people too, darn it. Or at least, beings. We had a set of 500 year old oaks in a state park near here called "The Three Sisters". They were magnificent, about seven people around and sitting like three mammoth witch-trees over some sort of unknowable conversation. I loved to stand in the center of the triad and try to hear them whisper secrets that only ancient trees would know.
About six years ago or so some inhuman asswipe set one on fire. WHY would someone do such a thing? In spite of the best efforts of a phalanx of tree experts, one of the "Three Sisters" is now dead. The two remaining sisters can be viewed from a nice, handicapped accessible platform about 20 feet away, and no closer. A fence surrounds the whole area and is closed at dusk.
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Trees are people too, darn it. Or at least, beings. We had a set of 500 year old oaks in a state park near here called "The Three Sisters". They were magnificent, about seven people around and sitting like three mammoth witch-trees over some sort of unknowable conversation. I loved to stand in the center of the triad and try to hear them whisper secrets that only ancient trees would know.
About six years ago or so some inhuman asswipe set one on fire. WHY would someone do such a thing? In spite of the best efforts of a phalanx of tree experts, one of the "Three Sisters" is now dead. The two remaining sisters can be viewed from a nice, handicapped accessible platform about 20 feet away, and no closer. A fence surrounds the whole area and is closed at dusk.
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:( That story about the tree made me cry too.
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I kind of wish I could see the rest of the episode and see the build up
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