This summer, many of my neighbors went on a tree-cutting frenzy. My next door neighbor had every tree on his property chopped down, which destroyed the shady, secret garden thing that my backyard had going. Other neighbors chopped down a big maple tree on the green belt. Another nearby neighbor chopped down a whole bunch of trees that completely changed my view to the west. My neighbor kitty-corner across the street from me (the house next to where the sun is setting) took down a big pine tree. Then, some people down the street had the nerve to chop down a whole bunch of healthy cedar trees on the green belt. They turned one of the prettiest trails into an ugly clear-cut.
Don and were furious that the HOA is allowing anyone to chop down healthy trees on the green belts. The trees are the only thing this neighborhood has going for it beauty-wise and most of the trees have been here longer than the houses. My feeling is that, if someone doesn’t want to live near trees, they shouldn’t buy a house on a green belt. There are plenty of house available in newer neighborhoods that don’t have a tree on them.
Don went to last month’s HOA meeting to find out why the HOA is allowing so many trees to be cut down. Apparently, they aren’t. People are just doing it without approval. They asked for the address of the people who had all the big cedars cut down so I went down there and got it to turn them in. Michael asked me if I really wanted to be “that guy.” My answer is that, yes, I do!
Earlier this week, quite by accident, I did discover an unexpected benefit of tree chopping. I went out into the yard to discover the sun setting right in the spot where the pine tree in my neighbor’s yard used to be. For the first time in, well, ever, my yard got some of that magical light of the golden hour.
It was so beautiful. Now I want more of it! I must confess I wouldn’t be too sad if something terrible befell the wall of cedars that blocks my view of the sunrise. Not the two huge, old ones, of course, just the ones that someone planted in a row on the other side of my fence. I wouldn’t have them cut down, but I do wish they would go. I guess that makes me a hypocritical tree hugger.