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.