The
trunks are still bleeding tree blood weeks after they
were cut. The edge of Center Road is strewn with the
carcasses of the old maples we marked for cutting last
fall. I knew the old trees would be cut down sometime,
but driving past their old trunks is still difficult.
They were dying; we knew that when we sprayed them with
the orange dots of death. The old maples were so big the
Michigan State Highway department has left the main
trunks lying where they fell, waiting for heavy equipment
to remove them.
New maples are being
planted further back from the road to protect them from
the stresses of living next to a highway. Perhaps the
environment will actually improve during their lifetime.
Maybe humans will learn to live more sustainably, with
fewer high-speed fossil fuel units whizzing by them, and
no large fossil fuel burners spreading toxic salts to
keep the roadway safe for their human occupants.
Do trees suffer? How
would most humans, so disconnected from nature,
know.
I remain hopeful, but not
optimistic.