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Planting a forest

There used to be a white birch forest at the corner of Waynesville and Centerville roads. To my little boy eyes, I thought there couldn't have been a more beautiful spot in the world. Every time my parents drove past it, I wondered who owned the land, who'd taken the time to plant those trees. Last October, my wife and I bought a house with just over an acre of land. Overgrown with weeds and honeysuckle and a hundred scraggly little trees, it dawned on me this spring that I might be able to plant my own white birch forest. [caption id="attachment_1017" align="aligncenter" width="960"] The weed pile after about five hours of work last Sunday.[/caption] Before I could talk myself out of it, I ordered 20 paper birch saplings...

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