The neighbor kitty-corner to my yard is taking down a 100-year-old (or older) pine tree. It is enormous—by far the largest tree on the block—and towers over all the buildings in my residential area. The workmen have been at it for two days already. The buzz of their chain saws is both irritating and heartbreaking. I don’t know if the tree is diseased—it didn’t look it—and I was often annoyed at how it shaded my vegetable garden. But over the buzz of the chainsaw, I think I can hear it weeping.