Spoke to our new neighbours today; nice couple with two kids who moved in a month or so back. As they put up a new garden shed beside the fence, she leaned over and said ‘I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know we’re going to have that big tree cut down shortly’… Well, I guess she hasn’t really met us properly yet.
It’s a large tree, a conifer; certainly larger than you’d normally find at the end of a back garden, even in the village. Allowed to grow and grow unchallenged for decades it now stands perhaps forty feet tall, and is the home for many of the birds that frequent our garden. It’s the first thing we see from our bedroom window, visible even from our bed, and it blocks a lot of the wind and the visual impact of the estate behind us. We often lie in bed of a morning, watching the teeming bird-life flit back and forth – robin, song-thrush, starling, sparrow, blackbird, finch, blue- and coalheaded tit, fieldfare, yellowhammer, pipistrelle and jay. I shall miss it greatly, should it ever be felled. May it not be.
I guess she was disappointed and perhaps a little put out when I told her that I was less than pleased, but that it was her land and she must do as she saw fit. It is a truism that you can’t choose your neighbours, nor how they live their lives, and I’m sure we are still going to get on fine. But if the ‘verse should move the wyrd sufficiently, I would be very happy to see the tree live on. So may it be.