On the one hand, I wanted to take a picture, but on the other hand, describing it will test my Writerly Mettle, so...
On the way into work today, I detoured through Blue Bell, down Cathcart Road near the college, to drive over to Super Fresh (and Bucks County Coffee) for a cup-o. Cathcart Road is lined with homes from the 50s and 60s: suburban single-family homes on big, wooded lots, shaded by 150-foot-tall-and-taller oaks and other old growth trees. In the middle of one of these huge stands of trees, there was a stone access road cut into the lot, the beginning of what will be a mini-development featuring "3 custom homes" (according to the roadside sign). (As an aside, don't you just love how these yuppie palaces are always called "homes" and not "houses"? As if calling it "home" will make it FEEL like "home." But I digress.)
If you saw the size of the lot, you'd know exactly what those three "homes" are going to look like: 80000 square feet each, with 15 feet of lawn between them.
Anyway, as I passed this morning, The Land Rape had already begun: lying on its side was a 30-foot long section of oak trunk, at least 4 feet across at its base, with the remainder of the tree and its companions piled in three 20-foot-tall mounds of wood chips next to the trunk.
And the aforementioned sign next to the access road, a few feet away from those slaughtered trees, proudly trumpeted the name of the development:
On the way into work today, I detoured through Blue Bell, down Cathcart Road near the college, to drive over to Super Fresh (and Bucks County Coffee) for a cup-o. Cathcart Road is lined with homes from the 50s and 60s: suburban single-family homes on big, wooded lots, shaded by 150-foot-tall-and-taller oaks and other old growth trees. In the middle of one of these huge stands of trees, there was a stone access road cut into the lot, the beginning of what will be a mini-development featuring "3 custom homes" (according to the roadside sign). (As an aside, don't you just love how these yuppie palaces are always called "homes" and not "houses"? As if calling it "home" will make it FEEL like "home." But I digress.)
If you saw the size of the lot, you'd know exactly what those three "homes" are going to look like: 80000 square feet each, with 15 feet of lawn between them.
Anyway, as I passed this morning, The Land Rape had already begun: lying on its side was a 30-foot long section of oak trunk, at least 4 feet across at its base, with the remainder of the tree and its companions piled in three 20-foot-tall mounds of wood chips next to the trunk.
And the aforementioned sign next to the access road, a few feet away from those slaughtered trees, proudly trumpeted the name of the development:
TALL OAKS
of
BLUE BELL
Really, you can't make this shit up!
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