There's a church on the end of my block. Used to be Catholic, got closed by the diocese as apparently 400+ congregation and completely solvent isn't enough to keep it open. Whatever.
Another church that's expanding bought it. Remodeled inside, set up afterschool programs, yada yada. Fine. I don't care about their denomination.
In the churchyard they had a line of tall spruce trees. 6 or 7, beautiful, sweet-smelling trees.
Today they had someone CHOP THEM ALL DOWN.
Robins and cardinals and sparrows nested in them, squirrels lived among them, they gave shade and beauty and soul to that end of the street. I walked past them every day to the bus stop, I could smell them when it rained, that lovely, green, soothing scent of living tree. They made a windbreak, improved the property value, made my heart lift no matter how tired I was when I walked by. Sometimes I stopped to watch the birds fly in and out, or just to breathe in that beautiful scent.
Now it's a long, dead patch of sawdust attached to a swath of grass.
Sometimes I really hate people.
Another church that's expanding bought it. Remodeled inside, set up afterschool programs, yada yada. Fine. I don't care about their denomination.
In the churchyard they had a line of tall spruce trees. 6 or 7, beautiful, sweet-smelling trees.
Today they had someone CHOP THEM ALL DOWN.
Robins and cardinals and sparrows nested in them, squirrels lived among them, they gave shade and beauty and soul to that end of the street. I walked past them every day to the bus stop, I could smell them when it rained, that lovely, green, soothing scent of living tree. They made a windbreak, improved the property value, made my heart lift no matter how tired I was when I walked by. Sometimes I stopped to watch the birds fly in and out, or just to breathe in that beautiful scent.
Now it's a long, dead patch of sawdust attached to a swath of grass.
Sometimes I really hate people.
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