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Molly Hatchet's avatar

Third year in a row where the Autumn leaves here lack their former brilliant colors; all of them parched by heat and drought. A massive oak, 100 years in the growing, fell across my backyard, it's base completely hollowed out from some infestation of bugs we weren't aware of. It's yet standing twin will have to come down. All of these majestic creations are natural scrubbers of Co2, (they say we need to be planting whole new forests of them), but with the planet warming how long will it be before they all weaken and die? Sometimes I get sick with fury at the people who can do the most to help but choose to do the least, even adding to the decimation of the beauty surrounding us. They are like those insects who burrowed deep inside that oak and ate away at the foundation which held it up as it's branches grew toward the sky. How I wish I were all powerful for just one day, I'd route the pests; my tree would still be standing, and my government would be cleansed.I realize this is an aging article; it's unlikely anyone will read what I have written, but sometimes it's healing to put grief and anger into words in a place where they are safe. For me that's here, and I am grateful.

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JCfromNC's avatar

She's a comedian, but she can't do a worse job than the joker there now.

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