I grew up in a town where the townspeople 'cut back' their trees so they wouldn't be in the way. Cut the big branches off every year leaving the trunk as a tall amputated, vulnerable stump. In the spring, small branches grew out of the spots where the originals had been - but they were always small, never allowed to grow to full potential. They looked ridiculous. They were mutants, carved by control crazed humans. This is how it was for me growing up in my home. I was constantly being cut to shape - weakened, my spirit mutated till I no longer knew what I was.
Maybe that's why I like it here so much. Trees are allowed to be trees. They are appreciated for their beauty, their shape, their uniqueness. They grow as they were intended to. They twist, they flow, they breathe. They are allowed to be what they are. As the community grew, it grew AROUND the trees so everyone could fit.
That is all I ave to say about that.