Following March Madness the very next weekend is the Masters Golf tournament. The finest golfers in the world play on its most hallowed stage to pursue the coveted green jacket. Nerves of the most skilled competitors fray like curls in withering humidity. Phone calls between family members with, “are you watching this?” ring across the country.
If the joy of the Masters were only measured by the competition you would be leaving out the beauty nature provides in flora of its most groomed state. Dogwoods and azaleas nestles under towering pines leave one breathless even watching on their TV in the den.
Driving down the street recently it occurred to me our drought took a bigger toll than we may know when it came to our trees. Many trees died last year. You can tell the ones that died by whether or not they still have the dead leaves clinging to their branches. The tax the drought rendered on our trees was devastating.
Felonious use of scorching weather to scorch the landscape could carry a pretty big penalty. She could end up having to walk the side of the road planting saplings to atone for her irresponsible deeds.
But this isn’t the first time such a thing has happened. Maybe there is more to this than we can see. If in her wisdom Mother Nature made a select reduction of some of these trees in order to give the ones remaining the best chance of prospering in the future could our perspective be short-sighted?
If you agree, perhaps several other dogwoods could be planted to start replacing some that were lost. We might just start something. Who knows?
There are still plenty of dogwoods blooming which means the Crappie are probably biting. Hauling in a few of those would probably be preferable to seeking an indictment of the old dear anyway because as we’ve all learned, “It’s not nice to mess with Mother Nature.