Walking through a forest makes me think that we don’t live nearly long enough. The sugar maples, hemlocks, white oaks, and chestnut oaks around me as I explored a tract of woods in the Poconos could make it past 300. Starting in my forties now, I will have the opportunity to experience a few decades of the woods, a small slice in the lives of trees that…
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