Most of the places I’ve lived have planted trees to decorate the village, city, or town. But here, in the wooded area of the Blackstone Valley, we spend more time trying to get the town to occasionally remove a dying tree. Usually, they won’t unless it’s at the very edge of your property and tangled in electric wires.
Yet all the trees are beautiful, as long as they don’t fall on your car or house. I think the ones along the rivers are especially lovely. Even the almost dead trees — and you just know them by the large number of woodpeckers attacking it — are beautiful. In their own way.
Actually, considering how high our taxes are, the town doesn’t do anything. No trash collection. No sidewalks. No streetlights. No tree trimming. No festivities or celebrations. We are paying off the new high school and the new firehouse and I’m sure, before they are paid for, they will spend what little money the town has on something else.