I was so excited and positive about my 'find', when I discovered some logs with ancient writings on them. I imagined them to be in Arabic, or some lost hieroglyphic left to be of major interest to the universe. And who found them? Oh ME! Wow! So I called a tree person to come by and begin my journey to fame, and got instead, a lecture on ordering firewood from reputable firms, and emerald ash borers. 'Phew,' said I...'at least I have no ash trees on OUR property' (being the leaf expert I am and all). "Oh, EVERY tree here is an ash tree', said she. 'One will be cut down tomorrow.' Made me sad on a variety of levels.
