I have no trouble recalling the name of these trees because they always look to be on their last legs, even in Spring. I guess the planners of this deciduous tree-challenged neighborhood thought they’d be just the thing we’d like to see on our morning dog walk. As if they might actually provide some respite from the glaring star that flings its blinding rays at us most days here. Now that I’ve shared them with you, I’m hoping I won’t be so offended by them, and we can just get on with our lives. There, I feel better now.