Two weeks ago, I attended a meeting in the building at South Union and 26th streets. I love the conference room there because its large windows face out on a row of tall, stately evergreens, maybe 15 or so in total.
They sway beautifully, they are very lush, and they are home to a colony of little yellow birds that playfully flutter about.
That day, however, tragedy struck. Bulldozers moved toward the trees, dug deep holes around the roots to force the trees to topple, then carried them to a large shredder. By the end of the meeting, all the trees were gone.
“They are building a Walmart,” said a colleague.
What? Another Walmart? What about the Target down the street, Costco, the Tacoma Mall and the Home Depots? Do we really need another store?
We do? OK, then why can’t those trees just stay there alongside the new building, with picnic benches for weary shoppers to enjoy their shade and point out those little yellow birds to their children?
The destruction was painful to watch. I walked out of the meeting with a heavy heart. As I stepped into
the parking lot, I was struck by a heavy scent of pine resin that hung in the air.
I realized that it came from the trees that had just been felled. I took in some deep breaths, very conscious that this scent was their last contribution to this neighborhood.
These fallen giants continue to live in my heart.