More Gator Days on Lemmy please. I'd love if the author posted here directly.
this post was submitted on 18 Mar 2026
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I live in an area with a bunch of oaks, and a few years ago during the spring/summer we had about 2 months of straight rain, 2 months of absolutely no rain, and then snowpocolypse happened.
4 of my oaks are definitely dead while the other 3 have one foot in the grave.
It really makes me sad. I'm hoping I can find an arborist who also does milling so at least I could use the wood
They don't have to be the same company. Any arborist should be able to section them down into logs of whatever length and then you just get them to a mill. Properly storing the cut lumber after is the tricky part.
That's fair enough. It would just be a smart business venture to offer both services.
A bit tangential to the comic, but this struck me while reading : as a child I would never have been able to articulate "I feel sad about so and so".
I would just feel the sadness, not really knowing where it came from... or even identify it as sadness. I was subjected to emotion, but it was never something I knew I could dissect and understand. It's only recently, past 30yo, that I started reading into my feelings. I have a lot to catch up on.
In my hometown they cut a whole line of tall old trees on the side of the road. They used to cover me from the sun on the last few minutes of walking back home from school. It was very beautiful and green. Now it just looks like a wasteland.
Neighboring apartment just recently cut down a tree that was right on the property line, it shaded my apartment's whole back yard and some of the building, too. It wasn't rotten, but a nuisance for the landlord. No shade anywhere now. Definitely miss it. :(
In my city, when they had to remove a tree because it was rotten, they usually place an info there why it was removed. Usually it also says that it will be replaced.
Still makes me sad when trees have to be removed.
Complex feelings 🎉🎉
Slightly off topic, but I've come to notice that boomers with chainsaws sound a lot like gun nuts. They'll find any justification to cut down trees while preaching about chainsaw safety and the correct ways to cut down trees.
Then if they are ever allowed to trim a branch off a tree they'll go full chainsaw massacre on the entire forest with no regard to safety or reasoning.
A man with a running chainsaw is like a bored soldier with nothing to shoot
This bums me out too. Just because something is necessary or inevitable doesn’t make it easy
So many people don’t get this. They would try to convince you with rational arguments that you already know, yet still feel sad. When your 90+ yrs old grandma dies after a week in the hospital, you also feel sad - even if it was expected and inevitable.
Recently the tree across from my apartment was cut down for the same reason.
I miss it
The owner (former owner?) of the tree is planning to plant a new one though as soon as they get the stump dug out, so that makes me happy at least.
We had a big tree in the garden that was rotting, so now it's gone. I did not expect to feel as strongly as I did over it.
Seeing the stump is so visceral, representing something that I thought of as effectively permanent being suddenly gone.
It shaded the garden and the house, it held a rope swing, so it was a tangible loss, but I think that its size is part of what made it so affecting.
A lot of life depends on rotting trees though. Yet we're removing them everywhere, even in the forests.
Not in my area they aren't. I just talked to an arborist about removing a tree on my lot and they suggested de-limbing it and leaving a standing snag for the ecological benefit, and the wooded parks here have loads of deadfall (which is great for the ferns and huckleberries, they love a nurse log)
It's still not a good idea to leave a large dead tree standing by the street.
Is this loss?
I kind of hope not because it is really fucking sweet and I don’t want it to be a Trojan for another loss joke.
Not that I don’t love a good loss. Love me some loss.
Nobody lying down
If you count the stump as a lying down person then panels 1 and 4 would have too many people
Should be mandatory to put a sapling in the stump of large trees that need to be cut down like this. Let there be another one in its place.
I don't know that being in the same location matters. Put it where it is likely to be healthy and not conflict with urbanization (so the new one isn't also cut down).
Meh, trees in urban areas are a must, imo - though they could replant with a different species if, say, height, canopy size, roots, etc. are of concern
The tree in the spot. Light.
Don't fret new life can be given a chance and if the stump is left on some trees it comes back
Spring and Fall
to a young child
Márgarét, áre you gríeving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leáves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! ás the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It ís the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44400/spring-and-fall
I won't feel too bad when they cut down the rotting tree in the white house.
But still totally cool with dragging prey underwater and drowning it whilst it squirms in your mouth?
Hey hey hey we don't do racism here, that thing is in their past!