If 75 is the new 55, what of it? Years, like rings on a tree, are just a measurement. Anyway, some rings are wider than others, as if more growth occurred during that cycle.
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Speaking of tree rings, I grew up around them, mostly Douglas Fir in the Pacific Northwest. My maternal grandfather had hundreds of them on his 40 acres, 1/4 of the 160 acres allotted according to the Homestead Act of 1862.
He had cedars too, cut into logs, ready for splitting into kindling for the wood needed for cook and heating stoves. Loving the smell of splitting cedar, grandpa would have to tell me "that's enough for now."
When my wife and I originally left Brownsville in 1970 for rural Arkansas, we were horrified with deciduous trees in the forests simply being burned to make way for the coniferous pine being logged for lumber.
Trees all have their unique usages and deserve more respect than that: mahogany, mesquite, pine, fir, palm, cedar, sequoia, all so unique in texture. Don't tell me the white birch is just a scrub.
All of us fill some need.
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