Well, I’ve got a date for the tree to come down.
Sniffle. They start work on Wednesday. I keep having to remind myself why this is necessary – the wrecked path is evidence of what it would soon be doing to the house – and have even found myself giving its newly naked trunk a hug.
The bark of Western Red Cedars is beautiful:
and I have always enjoyed the almost Mediterranean curves and twists of its branches.
Not only have we cleared the hebe from the base, we’ve also sorted out the log pile and made room for a lot of new additions (I’m always a bit worried about moving long-standing log piles, ever since I excavated a missing hen years ago; she’d been ‘missing’ for a while, but all was well). I’ve even found some rubble sacks to contain the All-Wales Chippings Mountain which will result.
Removing the tree will make an enormous difference to the middle and bottom gardens, and increase light levels in the house. And that’s apart from stopping any structural damage the roots are about to cause. But I am going to miss it, and the sense of protection it gave (eek – past tense, already) the middle garden especially.
Well, protection and deep shade.
I should cheer up. As the tree surgeon said, I’ve got another. I’ll just have to give it a more starring role. At present it only really appears on the fringes of photographs, as I shelter under it when photographing the meadow or the veg patch.
See, up at the top edge? That’s the WRC 2’s lowest branches trying to get into shot. I need to turn round in future.