The bizarre history of cellphone towers disguised as trees

They stand under the circle of camouflaged Platanus, that most resigned of eastern trees, on the spot where the island was sold, by people who listened to trees, to people who cleared them.

Trees, it turns out, have a completely different way of communicating: they use scent.

Trees fall with spectacular crashes. But planting is silent and growth is invisible.

I saw a tower, plunging into the ground. The thought that we stood at its summit made me a little dizzy.

So many trees were dying that some of the loveliest tree-bordered walks were bordered mostly by stumps—the result of allowing unskilled and unsupervised workers to prune trees by simply climbing up to the top of their ladders and sawing trees off at that height, since they were reluctant to risk their own limbs by climbing out on trees’.