Winter storms and much rain have damaged some of our trees and so despite the heartache must be cut down...
'A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.'
(John Muir)
It feels always a little sad to cut them down, however much it needed to be done!
Just another day on this island...
Blessings to all,
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