If there’s ever a place to appreciate a tree, it’s in the middle of a prairie. My hometown was once a prairie, although when German settlers came in the 1850s, they planted majestic elms and maples along the main streets. Sadly, the elms succumbed to Dutch Elm disease and were cut down. When the mayor at the time wanted to widen Main Street and fell the…
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