I am standing here looking at the oak trees that would be taken away.

There are still vast neighborhoods of rubble and toppled trees everywhere. Even when you're standing there and looking, it's unfathomable how much has to be done, even seven months after the hurricane hit.

We could put parking in the front yard and cut down some of the beautiful oak trees out there. I'd really hate to see it become a wall of parking. But I guess we could consider that.

It's unbelievable. All these big oak trees are just uprooted, everything is brown and the waterline is up to 7 feet on the house. It's like somebody dropped a nuclear weapon and just killed everything. There's not any sign of life. There's no greenery. It's bizarre. It's the weirdest thing I've ever seen in my life.

At my home in the southwest of France, I grow oak, hazel, and lemon trees in my backyard.

But if you're looking to be spooked by really tall trees then you've got to go to Washington State.