On Thursday morning, my neighbour came rushing in to let me know that the silver birches were coming down. So, at half eight this morning, the saws started and within an hour the trees were mere stumps.
I’ve got mixed feelings about the birches being chopped down. As I garden and learn more about the natural world, I respect trees as well as all other plant life with an increasing passion. And on a more selfish note, the view looked infinitely better with them in the frame.
On the other hand, I am sure the trees must have been sucking water and goodness from my soil. Only the other day when I was digging up the Jerusalem artichokes I found the tips of one of the roots. I wonder therefore now whether there will be any improvement in their cropping capacity.
Anyway, I will no doubt come to appreciate the new view. And I won’t have to worry about high winds bringing the trees down on my house. Besides, a number of the tiny saplings that self-sowed in my garden and were put in pots last year are producing buds, so the silver birches may yet live on through their children!