The trees don’t just grow in my neighborhood. They are coaxed, scolded, urged, prodded, and pruned.
If it’s the aesthetic appearance of a tree weighed against people getting their electricity, the electricity-getters are gonna win.
I am relatively certain Tree #13 would be more than happy to spread out over the street, but my village has other ideas.
It’s okay, tree. You’re beautiful.
Note: Line drawing and post created while listening to the Le Tigre album This Island.