Our unconscious love affair with wood has taken it from a thing of utility to a thing of art and back again. I have no doubt that this cycle will continue ad infinitum. Wherever you cast your eyes you are likely to see something that is constructed from wood. We take it for granted.
Last week I noticed a damp spot in the front yard that for several days seemed to get worse. I called out a leak detection company. The inspection showed the beautiful willow tree in the front yard had wrapped its roots around a sewage pipe carrying waste from the house. It nearly broke my heart to hear that the tree would be irreparably damaged because of the sewer repair that was necessary to fix the leaking pipe. I had gazed at and admired that old tree for nearly two decades and the thought of losing it hit home in more ways than one.