|Chestnut in the Smoky Mountains|
I mourn the loss of the American Chestnut (Castanea dentata). I know I would have loved to walk among them. But I never had the chance. Today, chestnut logs lie silent still upon the forest floor. Undeterred by death, scraggly remnants continue to send up new life—only to struggle and die young from the chestnut blight.
Perhaps by some miracle these giants of the forest will return—like Ezekiel's dry bones. That is a day I would rejoice to see. Perhaps, if we can learn to think long-term, if we are worthy stewards, just maybe these giants will live again. That would be grace.
If you're interested in knowing more about efforts to restore the queen of the forest, you might want to check out The American Chestnut Foundation.