April 19, 2009
Behind my parents’ backyard, bulldozers have knocking down trees and ripping up fields. Trucks roll in and out every day, bringing workers and materials to construct a big medical complex, complete with parking lots and a curving drive.
On Easter, when we went out for our usual walk after a big meal, we found ourselves climbing a pile of stones and dirt that rose taller than the highway. The old apple orchard is gone completely. The deer have disappeared as well, my father reports. He hasn’t seen any tracks or scat.
The familiar landscape – the apple trees I walked through on a June day 23 years ago when I was in labor with my daughter, the trails where I went cross-country skiing as a teenager, the meadows where Outdoor Girl and I used to horseback ride, the tangled vines and trees and hidden places where we played as children – has been transformed into a long expanse of mud.
That's Dandelion Niece in the photo.
Posted by jo(e)