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Gardeners and Reapers

Here they are, turning our backgarden into something other than a nettle patch. They have removed the old contorted hazel, and pruned the rowan and the apple tree considerably. It does look better, there's more light and space but the trees look kind of naked having lost so many of their lower branches. It just makes me want to crochet jumpers for them.

They have planted the hazel in the place of a tree that was dead, just for now, until we can decide its fate. The head guy says he will know better where to put it once the ground is properly cleared.

I don't like killing things. Death is everywhere, all the time. It doesn't need the help we give it.

My neighbour's mother died last night. When I went round next door my neighbour was staring at the current soon-to-be-replaced lack of fence between our gardens.

'It looks so lovely without,' she said. 'Nature doesn't put fences up. Only we do that.'

We will be scattering Mark's ashes soon. Elvis Diary is looking after the urn, but says we may have to take his ashes down in wee baggies and tip them onto the tide. I am not sure why that is, surely we could just tip the urn up over the water. I have offered to help scoop his dust into bags if need be, but it seems a bit strange. Stranger still is the imprecation not to tell his best friend, who will be in hospital. The reason is that he's having various tests and giving his liver a chance to dry out; the last thing he needs is to leave the ward and flee to the nearest pub. After all, Mark wanted to make him well, not give him reason to do himself harm. He is now so terrified of having bowel cancer or some equally horrible parallel to his friend's demise, that explanations of depression, grief, shock, and even potential alcoholism make him shrug. When all is said and done, it wouldn't be a surprise if his liver was in trouble. It's a long time and a bad habit.

Oh, death, death and sadness! Be off with you! What a meal you're making of the year! Do you really wonder why I begrudge you a tree?


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Sep. 24th, 2015 11:31 am (UTC)
I have a similar dilemma with a ropey looking Rosemary. I put it in a vegetable planter with a load of other herbs on the patio and said planter is rotting away.

The sage and thyme were beyond rescue, but there's this okay-ish looking Rosemary that, given total freedom, would no doubt grow into a large, scratty thing like it's cousin already in the garden. Fully functional, but not so pleasing on the eye.

It needs to go somewhere else, but I don't have the heart to kill it so where to plant it where it will be okay but not irritate? There aren't many hiding places in a small garden.

Oh, the angst!
Sep. 25th, 2015 02:06 am (UTC)
It is hard isn't it? Our ground has been so full of nettles/woodbine/ivy I understand why Russ just wants to start from scratch. But there are things worth keeping too, if only the space can be found.

Having said that, the hazel looks brilliant in its new position!

Did you know that a rosemary growing in the garden indicates a matriarch in the house? Bit of random folklore there I can't even recall where I read it!
Sep. 25th, 2015 09:48 am (UTC)
Oh dear... heehee
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