What with VBS and a visit from the twinsies, I’ve been a little distracted lately.
Then PB kidnapped me and we gallavanted all over southern Wisconsin for a few days.
This morning I took our dog, Bo, for a walk around the block.
The landscape had changed. We were shocked to see this:
And this and this and this:
Bo and I couldn’t believe our eyes.
I kept saying, “What happened here?”
Did a tornado rip through this one block?
Did a disease devastate these old shade trees?
Bo didn’t have any answers.
But the little flags and skinny sticks did.
It seems we’re paving paradise with sidewalks.
On a dead-end street.
Are these beauties next? It seems so.
Is our street also on the chopping block?
Lord, have mercy.
“They took all the trees and put ’em in a tree museum.
And they charge the people a dollar and a half to see ’em.
Don’t it always seem to go,
That you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.
They paved paradise and put up a…..”*
*Big Yellow Taxi lyrics