I feel like a murderer.

Started by Gyppo, July 05, 2024, 12:59:15 PM

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Gyppo

I feel like a murderer.

In the last six years
he's become unruly,
a damned nuisance
instead of a graceful presence.

Ripping up my paving slabs,
creating trip hazards for the unwary
and breaking down my fence,
shouldering it aside,
with slow hydraulic indifference,
into the shared alleyway

There are limits to my hospitality.
Some 'sitting tenants' just have to go.

In four days the executioner will call,
armed with his chainsaw
to reduce him to convenient bits,
with a stump grinder for the roots,
so the slabs can be re-laid, properly flat.

My Birch tree, too close to my bunglalow,
will die.
It is necessary,
but I still feel like a murderer.

Gyppo

Jo Bannister

I know!  My garden is full of old and dying plants, that were pretty in their time but their time is long gone.  Any gardener would give them the coup de grace without a second thought.  But I can't bring myself to.  I think, You don't kill off the dogs and horses when they're no longer as brisk and handsome as they once were.  You reckon they've earned their comfortable old age.  And I can't stop myself applying the same rule to plants.  Hence the camelia that leans on its neighbour like an old man on a walking stick, the geranium that managed one flower this year, and the slug-nibbled violas that are still staggering along in the shade of the slightly thuggish hydrangea. 

Gyppo

The tree would probably have another thirty years in it, maybe even more, but by then the slabs would look as if an earthquake had hit them, and my fence would have been cosying up to  my neighbour across the alleyway.

Once the slabs have been re-laid I'll probably put my Rowan tree in the big planter where the Birch was, and get on with making it an even bigger planter.  Maybe with wheels so I can drag it away from the fence if need be.

Gyppo