Thursday, 7 May 2009
Deathof a Tree.......
It was always a beautiful tree. I loved the way its roots had grown down like curvy oergan pipes. It had been in the Park for a long time and generations of people had tried to carve their names in the bark.
But alas, the powers that be have decided the tree is diseased and has to come down. A fungus, they say, and I must admit it has made a poor showing of coming into leaf this year.
But it is always such a shame when a great tree has to come down. Today, there is no chopping and sawing at its roots, and cries of "Timber!" as it falls. A nimble fellow sort of abseils up, and cuts bits off as he goes, finally coming down, taking the trunk off above his head, in pieces.
I still feel very sorry that such a lovely tree has to go.