The eighteen acres smack in front of our house has been sold off to builders and they are ripping up the trees to build thirty-Seven houses.
The noise feels like city life. I expect there too be construction noise for the next year.
They can’t take six of our trees, which looks super weird. One big oak, and some smaller pines.
We had several persimmon trees that my kids grew up with, now gone. Feels sad, but life must go on.