24353 false true true false true true false auto false ease-in-out 300 auto false 0 true trueI was young, perhaps 10, when my preadolescent eyes witnessed a horror. In the late winter my father had aggressively pruned three Flowering Peach trees in our front yard. One fleeting week each Spring, the trees would bloom in lurid colors of flamingo and hot pink. But not that year. The trees’ thick lower limbs and innumerous higher thinner branches were gone. All that remained were three trunks topped with a crown of cut branch barbs. I cried for those trees and shouted at my father. Such vivid memories were evoked when I walked past an impressive White Mulberry in the Outer Richmond. A goodbye note, taped around it’s thick wounded trunk revealed its past, unhealable crack, and unavoidable fate. It also subtly evinced the sometimes strong connection humans have for their trees.
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