Just a bit peeved at the site of trees that have been chopped down. In the UK removing trees requires permission from the local authorities because of a variety of reasons. So I was surprised to find the folk controlling the old railway line have chopped down lots of the trees that graced the path. I accept many were getting old, and that one or two looked a bit dicey, but there is now a row of stumps awaiting beasties to move in. The colour is much brighter than my picture shows, it appears a bit feeble on this laptop so use your imagination here. The bright yellow wood stands out against the leafless trees and not yet grown weeds around. No doubt the Rangers know what they are doing, but it still seems a pity to lose so many lovely trees.
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918 119. Trees I THINK that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. Bartleby Joyce Kilmer (A man by the way) . |
11 comments:
I usually hate to see trees go.
I wonder if these trees are so called "scrub" hawthorn and blackthorn, both beautiful. If it is a path the owners may feel they have to cut it down or the path would become impassable. It's still sad.
The one exception to my love of trees is an Australian eucalyptus which some madman planted in a nearby garden to us about 15 years ago. In that time it has grown higher than a 5 storey house and apparently that variety of tree has a tendency to shed branches without warning or keel over without warning. It drops masses of twigs and sometimes smaller branches and loads of leaves all times of year, the leaves are about a foot long. I've written to the council asking if it can come down, because if it fell over it would smash the houses on the other side of the street, as well as cars and pedestrians - it is that huge.
A pity about those trees ... thanks for the lovely reminder of the Joyce Kilmer poem. I think it was one of the first poems I ever read as a young student.
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No doubt the Rangers know what they are doing? I thought you were a Heart of Midlothian man.
Hmmmmm.
That Joyce Kilmer sure had a way with words, didn't she? :) :)
By the by, I read where the Duke of Edinburgh (no relation to the city) is the official Ranger of Windsor park. Or Windsor something. Cool. I wonder what it pays?
Liquidate those Rangers, eh?
Jenny, I am sure they did this for right reasons, but it is annoying. You did right in contacting the council re the tree. That sounds like something their experts need to examine.
RDG, The first line sticks!
Max,Not Rangers Max, but Rangers
Max, I'm told he often is seen driving the grass cutting mower thing.
Max, I would love to see Rangers liquidised. The Rangers I mean not the Rangers.
As with so many other things, I never thought much about cutting down trees before our Heavenly Father made His adjustments. In fact, I had been the wielder of the ax (or chain saw) hundreds (if not thousands) of times, but it grieved me deeply to see what was left of so very many trees around here have to come down after the massive ice storm a few years ago.
I think (very respectfully) that Jenny should just get a few Koala bears instead of cutting down the tree.
Someone said ice storms are of the devil rather than heavenly pruning. Not me. Someone.
Max, I knew you would suggest this.
Max, Someone?
Jerry, I hope you were supposed to be cutting them down?
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