This essay first appeared in the January 20, 2018 issue of The Drafting Desk.
Back in October, I embarked on a self-prescribed assignment to pay more attention to the world around me—to look up more, to notice subtle changes, to really see.
Naturally, this led to me making a lot of observations about, well, trees. Let’s just say I took the looking up thing quite literally.
Well brace yourselves, friends, I’m about to talk trees again.
Hurricane Irma thundered through our neighborhood last September, and though cleanup has long since ended, evidence of a storm lingers: mismatched shingles, blue tarps draped across still-leaking roofs, gaping spaces between yards where fences used to separate one person’s property from another, and stumps—so many stumps!—where grand oaks and sycamores and sweetgums used to tower. Continue reading