The biggest tree I know of in Weston has come down. It was huge–it would take three men to hug, and tall, and lovely. And, unfortunately, it had been gravely ill for at least a few years.
The tree was on Queens Drive, near Elm. And, in fact, it was an elm tree—one of the last.
I counted the rings this morning; it was about 100 and had grown very fast. The rings were in some places as broad as my finger. I take comfort in that, because while trees here and there do come down, the others are growing imperceptibly but abundantly.