Friday, December 7, 2018

7th December 2018

Yesterday my artificial Xmas tree arrived (I have to decorate on the instructions of my daughter) it came in a large box with a picture of a willow tree on it and as we contemplated the box whilst drinking our coffee, I said even if it is a willow tree I am keeping it.  Can't be a**** to send it back.  The UK Mail driver who had delivered it had called me 'Petal' in a broad Yorkshire accent, which of course I failed to understand that he wanted my signature, so he repeated. Anyway it is a fully paid up member of the plastic Xmas tree brigade, quite realistic, and yes I hate that we must cut down  living trees for this annual event.
I have a very soft spot for trees, funnily enough the tree that got cut down the other week has raised another problem for the boundary line that falls between two neighbours, there is an argument as to what trees belong to each.  Trees planted on boundary lines of course fall into the neighbour's territory and don't behave themselves as to their growing, so at some stage, there is a clash who actually owns the tree?  My simple soul says the tree belongs to itself, and can I even go far enough to say has 'rights'.
This 'Territorial Imperative' of boundaries of course extends through human ownership in all parts of this world, unfortunately nature works differently.  
We, in this instance this village, have collected a certain amount of money for village use, part of this money (a very small amount) is a precept, a portion of our council tax which is given back, so therefore we should be able to use it for what we want.  There is a need for a 100 yards of proper footpath to be put in place between the village pub and the bridge over the river, for the small group of houses that are outlying, especially the children who wait to catch the coach at the Inn. 
Bureaucracy dictates of course, fall on your sword here, there is parish council - no deal; there is county council - injury or death before they even think of doing anything.  So perhaps people in the village can do something? we are still waiting.
I cannot even begin to describe the weather as I look out at almost 8 this morning, still dark, blustery wind and rain of course, i need a cheerful green image....


  1. Like that 'cheerful green image' - cheers one up this time of year, although it is not raining here (has been) and is very mild.

  2. Actually it has cheered up here as well..

  3. Trees do belong to themselves, but sometimes we have to train them a bit.

    1. That of course is the answer, often old trees are protected and you must ask permission to do anything to them. In Bath where I lived for many years, the skyline of trees was protected.

  4. The artificial trees of today look very realistic and are easier to decorate, especially since most come with the lights already in place.

    Your header picture is lovely.

  5. A couple of years ago for I did not grow sweet peas this year but the roses look lovely, though they are fast giving way to black spot disease.

  6. Dark and dreary, indeed! I appreciate your bouquet of old roses and sweet peas--difficult at this time of year to believe we'll have them again.
    Christmas tree 'farms' seem to be a project for folks with rural acreage--there are years of tending, trimming, I presume before the first trees are ready to be cut and sold and then planting must be kept up. I gather the trend is to create a venue where whole families can make an outing of buying the tree--gift shops, hot chocolate, etc.

  7. I seem to be constantly looking out for 'pretty' photos to lighten the day Sharon. I know real Xmas trees are a tradition, soon worn thin by needle drop though, but their sad reminders at the end of the holiday period of having to burn them goes against the grain.