I was upset when the forest behind our house was destroyed to expand the neighborhood. I also wasn't too crazy about it when I was a guest at a friend's house in Colorado and was asked to chop down a tree so he could get a clear satellite signal ... I did it and don't remember complaining about it, but I remember regretting killing the tree. I used to have an interest in carpentry, but was daunted by the notion of killing trees. I thought if I ever got a place of my own, it'd be made of steel, stone and/or concrete, that I wouldn't want any trees to die to make it.
yeah yeah, I'm all around neurotic
Anyway my history of arborphilia came to mind today as I reflected on the gradual death of a young apple tree in a neighbor's yard visible from where I compute. It was a young tree, scarcely 7 feet tall no thicker in trunk than a broomstick. It became very heavy-laden with fruit and became unsteady, leaning over one way until a strong gust would tip it to lean over another way. Day by day, its leaning over drooped what had been its highest reach lower and lower ... today, its poor trunk finally gave out, snapped and broke.
Am I the only neurotic tree-lover to feel pained at the death of trees?