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Man, how time flies when you are having fun. For those of you that don’t know me, I made a really tough decision 50+ years ago and have to be honest there have been a few days that I may have questioned my decision. But it is damned hard to be a pessimist when it takes you 10 years to grow your first tree. Looking into the future is a good form of therapy and growing trees is just flat out fun. Knowing that what I do makes all our lives happier and healthier helps me sleep at night. That and good old-ashioned physical labor cleans the soul even if it does bring on some aches and pains. As I drive through the towns and cities in the middle of the US, I see job sites where my trees were planted. I can look back at jobs done in the 70s and 80s. My trees have grown to be all most as old as I am and are still out there beautifying our world. A bit like being a voyeur I suppose. But a pleasant feeling none the less. I was out in Colorado a bit ago and after commenting on the return of smog a customer told me, “The smog starts where my trees ended.” Okay, so I snuck in the part about being “my” trees, but the point is sure there. Trees really do take the “smog” out of our air. And given a chance out of our lives. Just come visit us and you will be rejuvenated. Sincerely,
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