Some of my best friends are trees

At a time of such human slaughter it seems perverse to worry about the death of a tree. Rachel Sussman has a sad tale about the death of an old tree and some interesting musings on age and impermanency from the ever stimulating Brain Pickings.
She has documented some old codgers in her time, yes even older than myself. It's worth reading in full.
For our regular readers  with little time on their hands :-

... the Senator,[ the name of the burned 'bush'] there is a glimmering chance at a second life: clippings from the tree were taken years ago and successfully propagated in a nursery. The resulting trees are now 40 feet tall, and could ostensibly be transplanted into the very spot after a long and careful root-stabilization process. There are also seedlings at its base that, with a little paternity testing, could prove to be its clones rather than its progeny, or perhaps some new growth will be forced from the existing root system stimulated by the stress of the fire.

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