They’ve chopped down my tree. Well, the tree in my courtyard. Well, the tree in the courtyard outside my office under which I liked to sit and smoke a pipe on fine sunny days while reading. I loved that tree.
Before (picture taken in 2002 when I began work here – the tree had grown a little since then):
I’m told that “it should have come down long ago.” Apparently it was self-seeded 15 years ago and the roots had begun to play havoc with the drainage and foundations.
There is a time to plant and a time to cut down. I know that. But at the moment I am feeling a bit like this:
when this happened: