Thought for the day

Not quite the last tree standing, but there were a lorra lorra of trees down on our journeys the last couple of days. This one towers over what used to be the farm café in Billingshurst. Can’t decide if it’s threatening or reassuring, with its arms out stretched. Or maybe it’s beseeching – "enough already, save my species".

Won’t make any difference, we ignore pleas for help from the natural world, or else we imprison people for trying to save the Arctic or persecuted and tortured animals. We even say the last bout of culling (the polite word for murder) did no good, let’s do it all again (badgers). They’re even talking about ‘culling’ the Dartmoor wild ponies. Sometimes I just hate what we do to this good earth and its creatures. Quite often actually. No wonder it protests with violent storms…..

Amazing where you get when you follow a thought over a cup of tea!


Stop the Clock

A newcomer to the village
complained that the church clock
chimed too loud.
And roosters at dawn woke
the late-to-bed incomers
with a joyous sound.
The environment police said
stop the clock,
black out the windows of the coop,
or kill the cock.

Our neighbours called round.
Would we remove the oak tree
shading their garden?
Me: How long have you lived here?
Them: Two years.
Me: The tree is fifty at least. ..
Them: Ah, but we moved in winter,
then it had no leaves.

The nature of trees ...
the nature of clocks ...
the nature of roosters ...
duh ...
If this is progress, then please
stop the clock.

Sue