A couple of minutes ago I was watching traffic and waiting for the “walk” light to cross Hwy. 99W. There was something enjoyable about seeing a loaded log truck followed directly by two trucks with milled lumber. I like wood in all its forms. In our flowerbeds this spring I’ve found three evergreen trees—if you can call a plant less than two inches tall a tree. They will be carefully moved to places where they can become trees. And they provide a nice counterbalance to my propensity for instant gratification.