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In the Public Garden this morning, first time there since well before Covid. Such a strange mix fo green growing things and huge buildings, monuments to consumption in several ways.

Just like in the Arboretum, Franklin Park, Jamaica Pond, there are beech trees here. Old, almost-ancient beech trees, muscular and at times appearing as slow-motion acrobats with adventurous limbs. They are a treasure of green growing in the midst of our focus on commerce.

So many of these trees are adorned with the initials cut into their flesh. I hope these trees flourish for decades to come and I wonder whether those initials will be visible at that time. I would not be bothered if they weren’t. In fact, we probably owe the trees an apology!