tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224652730919207276.post1796418937119028395..comments2024-03-28T17:35:27.099-07:00Comments on Norm's Norms: Treenessnormsnorms.blogspot.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12535995898255666585noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224652730919207276.post-78023875366934280072019-07-18T22:08:59.312-07:002019-07-18T22:08:59.312-07:00My guess is that scream was your silent anguish.My guess is that scream was your silent anguish.normsnorms.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12535995898255666585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7224652730919207276.post-43389533176351970362019-07-18T18:12:49.025-07:002019-07-18T18:12:49.025-07:00In 1992 I moved from Los Angeles to a suburb of Po...In 1992 I moved from Los Angeles to a suburb of Portland, Oregon. At the time, there were two houses occupying the front third of a three acre parcel, the back two thirds being covered with with a stand of Douglas Fir trees 50-100 years old ... not old growth but still mature. To my then three year old, it was like having fairy land in our backyard and we spent many an afternoon playing make believe in it. One day, we came home to find they had all been bull dozed down ... although not an audible scream ... I swear I heard, or at least felt something coming from them. It was one of the most profound experiences of my life. I have always been a bit of a skeptic, but since that day, I have regarded the trees around me differently. <br />Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02668037919690914871noreply@blogger.com