I speak for the trees

 I walked out on my own tonight to finally inspect which trees came down over the past couple of days.  It was dark, but I was able to see that the few trees that sat near the 'entry' into the back field are gone with the grass now with dirt in its place.  It's shocking to see, and will be even harder to look at in the morning.  I'd like to return to listen for the song birds that usually sat in the trees that were knocked down.  Where did they go?  Did they escape harms way? 

I continue to hear "The Lorax" quotes in my head as I go along.  This one brings together my concern for the wildlife that lived there:

The Lorax: Yes, I am the Lorax who speaks for the trees, which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please. But I'm also in charge of the brown Bar-ba-loots, who played in the shade in their Bar-ba-loot suits and happily lived eating truffula fruits. Now, thanks to your hacking my trees to the ground, there's not enough truffula fruit to go 'round!
The Once-ler: I see your point. Yes, I do see your point.
The Lorax: They loved living here. But I can't let them stay. They'll have to find food, and I hope that they may. Good luck, boys! Good luck!

The grandest of the trees

Two views of what I believe is the largest oak tree on the farm property.  The top is the view from the south, and the bottom is from the north including the silos.  I love this tree.  It's become a point of reference during my walks and I like imagining it with the cows and sheep finding shade under its canopy.  I'm always left to wonder if it will stay once that field is cleared for development.  In the public plans, there is no indication that the road will curve around it or that a special park area will be set up.   I want to see it still there because it tells quite a story of time, strength, and beautiful growth.  How does one even approach cutting down a tree this size that is still alive?  I sometimes have farfetched visions of setting up a protest camp of sorts underneath to stop its destruction.  Do you think that would stop them?

I've been informally collecting stories about the property from the people who remember it as a functioning farm, and I have yet to hear someone mention this tree.  Will make a note to ask when I do get talking to someone again.



AND, let's let this tree post mark my conscious efforts to get back into posting here to Timeline.  I've let myself spend more time posting to Google Plus than blogging.  https://plus.google.com/u/0/103306420672876747825/posts  Pretty address, eh?   I receive more feedback there and am building quite a community of photo friends, yet I still miss entering here to reflect and spend more time on my collection and thoughts.  If anyone is out there reading and if I disappear again, I'm putting out a kind request for you to come find me.  Thank you.  :)