I love trees. Maybe that makes me a kind of an outlier because we Americans seem to hate them, or only want to exploit them for whatever cash we can squeeze. At least it often seems so. Judging our behavior, we relish cutting them down, ripping them up, and clearing where they stood so you can’t tell anything was ever there. I’ve watched tall magnificent oaks, maples, and sycamores cut down and hauled away only to be replaced by a parking…
