Grieving the loss of a small bit of nature in my neighborhood
By Alex Farr (Sea Oats Chapter member) I first saw the sign on a walk around the block, on my way to the corner swamp. "Oh, no. This can't be good!"....flashed through my mind, and all of the horrors of the bulldozer followed that thought. But that was in October, still not much building happening, and anyway, with all this talk of global warming, water rising, huge hurricanes, impossible insurance rates (if any insurance at all), would make these lots a hard sell. How hard would it be to sell these lots? Late February---I heard that all too familiar sound of beep, beep, beep, diesel engines, swoosh, the sickening sound of trees falling. But I was off to work, not time to investigate. Turning down my little lane that afternoon, I was horrified to be able to see the next street over, and the condo's on the next street. The trees and entangled growth that blocked that view were gone. It was the site of that For Sale sign back in Oc...