I met with a senior lady who lives up the street, and with her prize pet – a tiny specimen of a dog – she stopped outside our temple. She regularly takes a routine walk on our southern-bordered street, Roxborough. I was just about to take my walk when she asked a question in a sweet way.
“What did you do with the cedar branch that was hanging over and blocking the sidewalk?”
Because of the huge pileup of snow, tree branches were bending, and in some cases, snapping off. I responded, “We had to
