Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We had some of our trees trimmed yesterday, and it was fascinating to watch, and I don't mean just for our two year old grandson.  There was a big crew, and they were way up in the cedar tree, swinging, sawing, hanging by blue belts, clearly a rival to Cirque du Soleil, but even better, as we could watch from our cosy chair in the living room.  Debris rained down everywhere, but at the end of the day, all was neatly swept away, and after our daughter took away our grandson, I sat in the living room and could see the trimming had made the room, normally pretty dark, much lighter and more cheerful.  So there were side benefits as well.  For these men, I have nothing but admiration, and I hope a large part of the check goes to them directly, and not the owner.  My grandson, who is shy, on our way back from the park, said hi to them, and proudly pointed it out to me.  His heroes.  Mine, too, because taking care of trees is a noble profession in my book.