As Tropical Storm Isaias raged across our area, they bent, twisted and leaned with the wind. At first, only small twigs and leaves blew off of them, but, as the storm intensified, soon, many large limbs began to snap and fall, and then many of them began to fall themselves. Unable to withstand the fury of the wind, they began to go down; small, medium and large, their sizes did not matter. They crashed to the ground: silver maples, oaks, Norway maples, locusts, balsam firs, Norway spruces, red maples, weeping willows and birches.
Some of them fell onto cars and homes; some of them took down power poles and wires. One of them unfortunately killed a man as it fell.
When this unwelcome visitor from the tropics finally blew past us, the toll taken on our arboricultural friends stood at 13,000, which does not include those trees on private property that fell. A very sad day indeed, because we lost 13,000 friends in the world of arboriculture.
New trees planted to replace those that we lost will once again fill the parks and streets with lush foliage, but it will take some time for that to happen. Trees are our friends, our cathedrals of nature.
The writer holds a degree in horticulture.