On his annual holiday trip home to Fayeteville, Arkansas two-year LA resident Mark Trestmore struggled to find someone willing to have a conversation with him about how incredible and awe-inspiring trees are.
“Wow, you forget how green everything is here.” said Trestmore in the car ride home from the airport. “It’s the greenest thing I’ve seen in months…”
“Right,” his mother agreed, a little perplexed. “It’s even more green in the spring obviously.”
To Trestmore’s dismay his mother rejected any further attempts to steer the conversation to the majestic glory of nature that has always been present in the town he grew up in, even when the car rode by a stream.
The rest of his Arkansas family and friends seemed equally disinterested, stonewalling his every attempt to appreciate the harmony with which Fayeteville exists with the forest around it, “like a tiny elf city nestled in a copse of trees.”
“I was trying to talk to Doug who does automotive marketing out here about how incredible it is to just take a walk in your backyard and basically be hiking,” said Trestmore, sitting by his Los Angeles studio apartment window which overlooks another apartment complex. “In between the TGI Friday’s and Sharky’s bar there’s this little L-shaped field full of actual honeysuckle bushes and I was saying in LA this would be a shoe place or something. Like we need another shoe place.”
Even Trestmore’s attempt to casually steer the conversation towards the resplendent miracle of evolution ever-present for the thankless citizens of Fayeteville failed. Venturing out on to his porch early Saturday morning he said to his father Victor Trestmore “The air smells so clean and fresh. That’s real oxygen provided by real leaves from real trees. Look how that one still has some green leaves, some red, some gold — like a tapestry woven just for us.”
“Smells like a Razorback win!” his father reportedly responded.
