As you can tell by the name of my blog, we live in a small town. Here in Connecticut, small town usually means more trees than people. We have a lot of trees in our yard, many of which grow out in the swamp (oh sorry, the conservation people call them wetlands) in our back yard. Today, a group of our neighbors came over to take down a bunch of our trees. The trees are all in the front yard, blocking the sun and menacing the house every time we get a strong wind. The trees had to come down and it is cheaper to have the neighbors do it than to have a tree guy come and take care of it (although if they hit the house, that will cease to be the case).

Anyway, it turns out that both of my kids are tree huggers. Who knew? They are very upset about the trees coming down and there has been crying for days about it. Both have identified “their” trees that are not allowed to come down. So far, Joanna’s trees have bit the dust. We will see what happens with Libby’s. Now, they are both on a hunger strike, refusing to eat anything (which may be more due to the SmartFood consumed at 3:30 rather than true upset, but I guess we will see when the pizza arrives).

I was able to distract them with Bee Movie (thank you, Jerry Seinfeld). And Libby is now outside raking all our leaves with the other neighborhood kids. Although, I am not sure what will happen at bedtime. I have the feeling we are in for a long night as everyone’s emotions come to a peak about the loss of their trees.

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