Thursday, May 2, 2013
Of Trees, Blooming and Not
Spring is really bursting here at the moment, with all the pinks and whites and yellows and fresh greens at their brightest and most radiant. Dave accused me of amping up the color in this photo, and I swear I did not. That's honestly what it looks like out there right now.
One street not far from our flat is lined with those pink cherry trees, and I take Olga there every day just to walk beneath them. At every other time of year, it's an ordinary street, but in May it's magical. I took Olga for two long walks yesterday because it's so nice to be outside in this weather.
Not all our trees are doing so well, though. This one on the corner was mysteriously felled just a few days ago. I'm not sure when it happened -- one minute it was there, the next it was gone. And I'm not sure why it happened, because it looked fine to me. (You can see it in the center-right of this photo.) But street trees disappear around here with dismaying regularity. The government powers-that-be seem quite aggressive with their chainsaws.
As you can see, someone attached a little memorial to the tree's stump -- a sort of yarn doily and a copy of Joyce Kilmer's poem "Trees." But even that was gone in a flash. I took this photo about 6 a.m. yesterday morning, and by 9 a.m. the stump had been ground down to sawdust.
To quote Kurt Vonnegut: "And so it goes."