I watched as the huge evergreens in my neighbor’s yard were removed by professionals. Sitting in my study, I was previously surrounded by greenery. Birds and squirrels frolicked in the branches.
Now it feels too open. Too exposed. These trees provided us with shade and privacy for many years.
I have to admit that it was amazing to watch the process. A true feat of engineering, strength, and geometry. Notches were carefully cut to guide large sections of the truck as they fell safely to the ground. And our house shook with each piece that got dropped.
Coming back from running errands this evening, I almost missed my turn off the main road because the landmarks were all wrong.
They were not my trees. They were not in my yard. They were not my responsibility. I miss them already.
Math in the Time of Corona 