And men that were 6’ tall then are 5’9 today.
I don’t understand what’s “morose” about seeing perennials you chose, that have survived to greet you every summer….
or sitting under a beautiful tree you planted 20 years ago.
They’ve fulfilled the role you envisioned for them, haven’t they?
You wouldn’t want them to have failed?
Far sadder when you leave them…. even more so when drought, flood or other disaster takes them away…
like all the old trees and other plantings destroyed in last Octobers wildfires, where I live, in N California.
Thousands of people would love to be able to have one more look at a favorite rosebush or daffodil bed.
Vive memor quam sis aevi brevis
FOR ASHBURNSTADIUM: https://genius.com/Malvina-reynolds-little-boxes-lyrics …See the boxes/on the hillside/little boxes made of ticky tacky/
Jimmy’s A&J strip sounds like a major change is occurring. Not just a change in location, but also in the character of the strip. Is was and adult family strip. Sounds like it’s moving toward a seniors family strip. Like A&J’s shrubs and perennials, I hate to see them go.
“One generation plants a tree so that another generation may sit in the shade…” - Somebody or Other
For a while I lived in a development built in 1957. Most of the landscaping trees were dying and falling down. The city wouldn’t let people cut them down, so you just hoped when yours fell that it didn’t fall towards you house.
Has anyone else noticed that almost every sentence has an exclamation? I don’t know if it is my dreary snowy/rainy Monday, or the loss of my cat over the weekend or what, but it kind of grated. Must need some coffee.
Ashburn, you only think Levittown is the “most-iconic” because you live there. There are more than nineteen thousand other towns and cities in the US. Get over it!
In my entire life, I’ve lived in two houses: my dad’s, and the one my husband bought before we were married. Dad’s was in a development which had saved the huge old trees – oaks, tulip poplars and hickories, they have to be 150-200 years old by now. My husband’s house was built on a failed dairy farm. (no trees except a few old juniper fence lines.)
Every tree on this property, we planted: Oaks, flowering cherries, thorny old locust, dogwoods, hollies, redbud and magnolias. Some have grown up, died and gone. Some tried to take over and had to leave. Others are just coming into their prime. (We’ve been here over 40 years.) If we move, which we may, I’ll miss each and every one of my trees.
Life is temporary but death is forever.