Tomorrow they will start cutting down 189 poplar trees in
the lanes behind our house. The trees are old, and they have to be
cut down because there is a risk that they might fall.
Still, it makes me a little sad. I walk there every day and from next
week on there will be new, little trees. It takes 60 years before these
new trees will be as big as those that are standing in the lanes now.
I imagine that Jonas will be 60 years old and I will probably be gone,
before the lanes look the same way as they do now.