A couple of days ago I had the opportunity to sit on my deck and simply observe my surroundings. Smiling, I remember when my wife and I first moved into the neighborhood. It wasn’t much of a neighborhood back then because there were few trees or houses. In fact, it was the second house to be built on my street.
The area used to be a field used by farmers to grow hay for their farms. The area was full of clay so near the river was once a brickyard that to this day still has multiple broken bricks surrounding a dock that was probably used to transport the bricks from Portland to Boston. The brickyard is no longer but the dock still stands.
My neighborhood grew one house at a time with the inhabitants planting the tiniest of trees and bushes. I had little money back then so I pulled out some saplings from a friend’s land in New Hampshire with the knowledge the baby-trees had little hope of survival. Continue Reading →