Nothing like some strong winter winds to remind one of mortality — tree mortality.
No tree lives forever. Nothing does. But we humans sometimes don’t appreciate trees’ mortality, especially trees that are already large when we first meet them. They seem like they were here forever and will be here long after we’re gone.
So when one of these oldsters topples, its wood hauled away and its stump chipped to oblivion, too often no thought is given to getting another venerable giant started. Or perhaps the void is filled with a small, fashionable crabapple or weeping cherry.
