There is a large empty lot a block from my parent’s house that they refer to as “the park,” it’s an odd little park. There is nothing there but three trees and a tiny building. Plus the city usually waters grass in the parks and this one is as dry as a bone. They do mow though as evidenced by the scars on these roots. The roots belong to an Elm tree; it looks more or less healthy. Obviously it has found a way to cope with the less than ideal conditions. Makes you wonder what’s underneath the tree that forces the roots to grow along the surface doesn’t it?