Love, and tree, lost

I don't know who "Robin" is—a love commemorated in 1965 is well before my tenure in this neighborhood—but even if the actual relationship has not stood the test of time, the carving certainly has... and this is to be celebrated. I pass by this large beech on my usual walking route, and I've often wondered about Robin. These days, however, I wonder more about Robin's tree. To be sure, the beech is healthy, but it's increasingly threatened by a very different kind of ailment: the developer who seems to think that trees, even those standing within the town's right of way and, I was told, protected, are to be destroyed at all costs. I'm trying to rally someone in the town establishment to come to the natural environment's aid, but I'm not having much luck.

Perhaps illegal cutting

It's painful to think that this pointless destruction is being done with the town's seal of approval, but it's hard to conclude otherwise. I'm going to keep trying, however. I believe that Robin would want it that way.