I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
We never heard back about the broken central air which I had to repair myself, but apparently the time could be found to send contractors to scythe down almost every green thing on the property. There was a mulberry tree in the back yard which I had been enjoying as it fruited. Now it's a naked raw stump in a buzz-cut of brown stubble. A rose-tree in our driveway had been nodding its green shade against my office window and reaching its leaves up to the casement in the bathroom and it's gone, too. Nothing is left in the back except the lilac which looks crisped and desolate and some thin ornamental with the yew trees in the front. We weren't warned. The house doesn't look landscaped, it looks slaughtered. I had seen squirrels and birds in the mulberry. I had just taken some pictures of our wild yard and ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch had taken some pictures of me in it. The black swallow-wort they could uproot any time, but I had been photographing that rose for almost three years now, growing like a metaphor from the cracks in the concrete gutter.
spatch had taken some pictures of me in it. The black swallow-wort they could uproot any time, but I had been photographing that rose for almost three years now, growing like a metaphor from the cracks in the concrete gutter.
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That's one of my favourite ballads. May the ghosts of all these green things come back to haunt you, or at least grow back next year.
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“Oh, don’t you remember the garden grove,
Where once we used to walk?
Go pick the finest flower of them all,
It will wither to a stalk.
But looking away from that and towards regeneration -- packets of seeds and bulbs? Mulch? Any small acts of defiance you and your friends can perform?
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I am so sorry.
P.
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We don't belong to one so far as I know! Last summer the back yard was pruned at the request of the upstairs neighbors, but (a) it wasn't a clear-cut (b) there are no upstairs neighbors currently! I have no idea. I feel like our air quality has just crashed along with what was left of my mood.
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Feh! I am sorry about your rose bushes. Unless a tree is about to come down on someone's roof, it never makes any sense to me.
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We're still pretty shocked. I keep looking out the kitchen window and seeing the Desolation of Smaug.
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It definitely feels like insult to injury.
That's one of my favourite ballads. May the ghosts of all these green things come back to haunt you, or at least grow back next year.
*hugs*
Thank you. I will hope for a green haunting.
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Thank you! The mulberry wasn't even shedding its fruit onto a patio. They had no right.
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Aten't thrilled.
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I thought it was construction on the street and then I looked out the window and it was deconstruction of our yard.
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Thank you! It was happily jungled and had violets.
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I miss it already. We went round the house looking at what was left. They even tore the ivy down from the garage which actually belongs to the neighbors.
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*hugs*
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*hugs*
If I could call in some flower fairies, I totally would.
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It was very green around our house and now it's not!
Go pick the finest flower of them all,
It will wither to a stalk.
You got it.
But looking away from that and towards regeneration -- packets of seeds and bulbs? Mulch? Any small acts of defiance you and your friends can perform?
I collected some hips from a beach rose we passed while out walking this evening and hid them under the soil where the rose-tree used to be. I don't know their chances in this heat, but it seemed worth the shot. Wildflower seeds have also occurred to me. I don't know what I can do about the trees.
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"Why the man who cuts down such a tree except when it is really necessary should be hanged as high as Haman on a gallows made from the wood av it."
*hugs*
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(And to tear down green shade during a heat wave! It would be awful at any time, but that's adding insult to injury.)
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Nine
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*hugs*
You can wish them a black frost.
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Thank you. Even if the wildflowers had been torn out, they could have left us the trees. We were in no danger from them. The rose just seems cruel.
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Not chunks of cement?
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Nine
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Far be it from me to limit your selection of projectiles.
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All of that!
*hugs*
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I love this. Proper tribute, proper prayer. They may come up. I hope they do.
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Thank you. We have to hope it will defiantly grow.
*hugs*
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It does remind me how a couple years ago at the college where I work there was such an outcry after facilities cut down a few trees (for good reasons - they had some kind of blight) that from then on whenever they need to remove a tree or any other large shrubbery, they now send around an email explaining the reasoning.
Also, here's a very relevant and excellent punk song: Flowers From Concrete
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We thought so! It was done last year. There were still trees afterward.
Also, here's a very relevant and excellent punk song: Flowers From Concrete
Very much appreciated, thank you!
"Peaced and pulverized by nature's design . . ."