My grandmother's family were loggers in the Pacific Northwest. When my dad was a kid, he would visit his grandparents, aunts, and uncles and sometimes go out to their worksites. He said back then, one tree would take up an entire truck -- they were huge. Now, he watches those logging shows on tv and sees the trucks carrying away the thin "new" growth, he remarks about how all of the old "big" trees are long gone.

Looking at all those flowers they obviously planted "for pretty".