Walks in the suburbs this weekend revealed the full damage from our recent snowstorm. Trees without tops, our own witch hazel decapitated. Large limbs littering yards and driveways. And in the woods, downed trees block paths.
The pears and fir trees took it hardest. They are bent and broken. But there is scarcely a yard that's untouched. The light brown of sheared wood stands in stark contrast to the silvery gray of weathered trunks.
This is nature's way of pruning dead wood. But unlike the gardener who trims kindly and judiciously, wicked weather takes what it wants. Its methods are ruthless not artful. The unkindest cut.