Have you ever wondered what can happen to a blue Buick if left for a time? Now this is not a problem I have pondered over but this Buick lives across from me and down a-ways. I long to see it purring up my road and heading off to a drive-in movie. I want to see the trunk pop open and know there might be a beach umbrella and a picnic basket tucked in for a day at Crane’s Beach. I want to see this Buick’s owner in a print sundress with a little nipped in waist, a big floppy beach hat and some strappy espadrilles on her tanned feet. I want to see her snap that big trunk shut and wave to me as I pull weeds out front.
Today, with the idle blue Buick watching, the new neighbors cut down several grand old Silver Maples. The trees topped a hundred years in age and gave shade to two lovely bungalows and gave me great delight with their tall splendid statements. Gone! Just like that! The men who did the sawing and the chopping and the grinding have earned a goodly wage for the work they were hired to do. The stump grinder has worked overtime and the air smells of freshly cut wood…were it not such a shame that could be a truly fine scent. It is just me, the blue Buick and two pugs who are witness to such sadness. The new home owners might just be delighted with their loss but I am so not!