All Quiet on the Western Front . . .
I haven’t posted for about 10 days because after the dramatic denuding of trees, work at the site has been less sensational. However, it was sobering to see the neatly cut tree trunks stacked and waiting for giant logging trucks to haul them away:
Then, enormous wood chippers ran almost non-stop for a couple of days, creating mountains of chips.
Call me a drama queen, but I couldn’t help being reminded of the battlefields of the Somme after a particularly brutal shelling.
Local Ossingtonian George DeBarbiery would know what I mean. (Sorry, that was a shameless plug for my other blog.)
Today, things look ominously calm. That 1860s-era farmhouse looks naked and defenseless, doesn’t it?
I’ve been getting lots of questions about how this parcel could be zoned for apartment buildings. It’s a long, complicated story and I want to get my facts straight before I post anything. But watch this space!