I am supposed to be sleeping. I came home from work with every intention of actually sleeping most of the day. When I turned onto our road, I saw that the lot next to us, where Habitat for Humanity is planting two houses in space enough for one, a tree service was busily cutting down all the massive old oak trees on the lot. They are making so much noise with their chainsaws and chipper that there is no way I can sleep.
I am furious. I keep trying not to be, but it is so hard. "We will save as many of the mature trees as we can" they said. "We want the new houses to blend in to the neighborhood" they said.
Those durn tree guys have been out there since around 8 this morning, cutting down every living thing on the lot. Out of around 12 mature oaks and pines, there are two trees left standing. Yeah, two.
Little Sprout has been watching "the man up in the air" most of the day out of an upstairs window, but I have been avoiding the windows on that side of the house. It is so sad to look out and see that all the trees and shrubs on an entire section of land have been destroyed. All that living beauty reduced to a pile of wood chips.
It's so depressing.
I did send Mr. Barefoot out to ask the guys to leave a big pile of woodchips in our driveway, though. I figure I can use it around the veggie beds (it will tidy up the look quite a bit) and other various places around the yard where we desperately need something neat and tidy looking. If we get more than I can use, I can always call Dad to come pick up the rest. He can use it around his veggie beds, as well.
If they agree, at least one small good thing will come from this entire disaster.