Log-Off ! (Haiku)
logging company
can't see the trees for the wood;
sweep away the leaves.
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Feel free to reply to any comment by clicking the "Reply" button.Not funny. Woken Friday at 7,30 am. by council workers chain sawing a mature mock cherry tree currently with deep purple leaves and flowering prolific pink blossoms in spring. Arose to find that in ten minutes all that was left was a stump with a plastic witches hat on top of it. I expect that they will be along 7:30 am. Monday to grind out the roots.
And why? It is not native. There are three different types of tree in the 500 metre long street we want them uniform.
Who planted them in the first place 20 years ago? Local council.
Who bought their houses because they were in a street having beauteous aspect of pink blossoms and colourful leaves for nine to ten months of the year? - value of amenity priceless to some.
How long will it take new trees to reach equivalent beauty? - Never they are native drought resistant gum varieties having pathetic little flowers hidden in grey leaves.
OPCD illness reigns supreme in this town of godbotherers.
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