To win the palm, the oak or bays,
And their incessant labors see
Crowned from some single herb, or tree,
Whose short and narrow-verged shade
Doth prudently their toils upbraid;
While all the flowers and trees do close
To weave the garlands of repose!
-from Andrew Marvell's The Garden
Just walking by the house where they cut down the trees and put up the wooden fence, and took a look at what was going on at pavement level.