Near me are many trees, some hundreds of years old. None of them fell except two on my land which were about to be chopped anyways as they were nigh dead.Completely agree. The ultimate philistine is one who would destroy a beautiful tree without a care. I'd go so far as to say it feels like a personal loss when I see these great monuments of nature being decimated in the name of "progress" . Something that always sticks in my mind is a time I was travelling in the car with my father near Kilcock in Co. Kildare and passing a row of trees that had been chopped in half (on spurious grounds of "safety") and my father muttering under his breath, "bastards".
They also form the subject matter of one of my favourites poems:
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too.
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
Poetry By Heart
www.poetrybyheart.org.uk
The trees protected us from the worst gusts and are the reason we all still have rooves.
I notice the barbarous chopping of lovely trees all over Tralee in recent weeks - no rhyme or reason apart from those confounded cancer sticks (5G lollipops) sprouting up like a plague.
Trees sequester CO2, especially in spring - if they were truly motivated by the nonsense they vomit from their mouths (net zero for 'climate change') they would PLANT trees, not chop them.
The joy they give on a spring or autumn day, the cool shelter in summer - yea we can't have that. The human cattle must be rendered as miserable as possible.
...dumb blonde isn't a stereotype
