Still No Juicer, Fall is in the Air, Festival Time, Our trees cut down needlessly

    It is funny, my last post about needing a juicer. I still don't have one, as my damn, stupid old car (the one I inherited 'back' from my son after he got a job and needed better, more reliable transportation) took $460 of our hard earned dollars -- the back tires were in bad shape and the exhaust system was totally rusted out and barely attached. WEll, son Zeb had been without a job for a while so he spent as little on the car as possible, I can see. Cars are a real money pit!
   So, I don't have a juicer but am trying to exercise more and get out in nature. This  is the time of year for outdoor festivals, when the air is not too hot or too cold, though today it is colder and windier than normal. Yes, the clean, crisp air of autumn, the different colors swirling around your head as you venture out across the lawn or across town-- if they stay up there.
    Yes, our maintenance crew by the house we are presently renting (man, do I want to move out and into a house of my own!) "said" that the town told them our walnut trees were close to the power line. Baloney. They weren't within 15 feet. They just wanted them cut down because the black walnut fruits put dings in a few of their trucks! They're maintenance people so why don't they build a canopy for the stupid trucks! No, they had to tell the landlord about the trees. But what does "he" care if we have squirrels in our yard scurrying up these wonderful, healthy trees, or if my husband has a place to hang a bird feeder and drive our cat crazy with watching them? Why should he care? Well, he didn't!
    I ran to the realty office as they were cutting (not trimming, which they could have done) these 60 foot trees, the three sisters down. They refused to give me the landlord's whole name and address  or phone number, so I could talk him out of destroying these healthy, beautiful trees. Well, he's part of the one percent and we are part of the 99 percent. We just don't count. We don't have any money to fight city hall, as it were.
So the three sisters, who provided us privacy, who soaked up nasty fumes and carbon dioxide from passing cars, who provided a home for squirrels, who beautified the neighbor, were cut down to three foot stumps. It was unnecessary and spiteful.
   And a week later, nature retaliated. A week later an old silver maple let the wind break off its limps, landing in our front yard and almost on our little house. A coincidence? Maybe  Mother Nature was just plain fed up!