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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Wednesday, February 09, 2005
    The one about tree fellers

    How many tree fellers does it take to trim rogue roots from our city's arbours? More than three fellers. There were nine outside my window this morning. One slicing twiglets with a chainsaw, a couple standing by with hacksaws, one ensuring the volume control on the van radio was kept at a steady high, thus spreading Britney throughout the area. And five others deep in conversation, no doubt about the finer points of arboreal science or lore, the condition of the dicotyledons along this stretch of central reservation, the myth of Yggdrasil.

    If this is where our Council Tax is going, I say, great. Lovely to see nine fellers gathered in communion around a winter tree, pacing themselves nicely, looking after the minutae of our city landscape. Just a small anxiety niggles against this enjoyment: aren't these the trees the council are planning to rip up when they start building the tramline down here? And if so, won't we really miss them? And what will become of these tree fellers?