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April 1, 2007
By: Brad Reed
Creative Writer
A Resident’s Perspective
Sycamores towering. Sweet Gums ablaze in color. Dogwoods hugging houses like they were best friends. Trees are good. Trees are also the most drastically different visual slice of the transformation pie I've experienced moving to New Town. Not the quantity of trees, but their size. The stark infancy of their stature in our townscape is no comparison to the "old wood" of Ferguson, my former digs. This is by no means a bad thing. Conversely, it allows me to experience the single most dramatic evolution that will occur in our community, aside from the construction aspect.
My imagination runs wild with anticipation of the portrait New Town will provide when our rooted residents mature. Narrow, tree lined streets creating the leafy tunnels of yesteryear's small towns. Autumn displays rivaling the best nature has to offer. The birds; the squirrels. Unfortunately, the voracious appetite of soaring trees swallows the horizon, leaving in it's wake, tiny overhead patches of blue sky and a wink from the sun as it passes by. Sacrifices must be made.
Nevertheless, "Big Tree" has yet to replace "Big Sky" in New Town, so we are stuck with glorious sunrises and absolutely stunning sunsets. I've seen the early morning sun peeking over the Atlantic Ocean with schools of dolphins hurdling from wave to wave. I've been to Mesa Verdi as the setting sun poured brilliant colors onto parched rock sculptures. The Great Smoky Mountains...sun up, sun down. Beautiful sites to behold. Obviously, I will never surrender these once in a lifetime memories, but I now have the benefit of encountering gorgeous celestial exhibits every single day, in my own neighborhood...until the trees begin their magnificent performance.
Life is good.
"The Duke of Hempstead"
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