On Looking Up.....

...one sees a different perspective - like Ents they seem to huddle and speak of ancient wisdom........ I would hate to live somewhere there were no trees..... this perhaps expresses that feeling.

There was a handsome male mockingbird that sang his heart out every morning during the nesting season from the top of a tall Norfolk Pine tree.

Last week the tree was cut down.

The mockingbird and his song are gone.

I can't put a dollar value on the tree nor on the mockingbird nor on his song. But I know that I - and our whole neighborhood - have suffered a loss.

I wouldn't know how to count it in dollars.
- Jacquelyn Hiller