We went to the farm today to go through the tree measuring protocols so they can carry on measuring after we leave. Imagine our surprise when we walked out of the back door of the centre.
Something is missing.
Do you recognise this blasted heath? Looks a bit like as mass grave of all our ambitions, concealed under a carpet of woodchip.
As a clue, it used to look like this.
It’s not the greatest comparison photograph but I never thought to take one. After five years of planting, experiment and soil improvement we hadn’t thought that the beds would be flattened without warning. Nor had we thought our plants would just be ripped out and discarded.
In plant terms we lost sorrel, wild strawberries, lavender, chives, marigolds, fennel, mint, nasturtiums (though they were in winter remission), rocket, radish leaves, leeks and fat hen.
I keep saying I’m going to look forward and not complain, so I’ll stop here.
Why would somebody do that?
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Enjoyed the blog. Keep on with the gym work or you will end up like me. ๐
Forgot to say, people do things like that because they are badly brought up, selfish, thoughtless, greedy… (comes back 10 minutes later)… and stupid.
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I feel for you. We had something similar happen to us and it just broke my heart.
Sorry to hear that – it shouldn’t happen to anyone. I’m hoping that Hell has a special circle for people who do this sort of stuff.
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I feel badly for you, and hope you can move on to a better situation.
Things are moving on thanks, though it will always be a source of regret.
You are letting the tribe of curmudgeons down by your saintly restraint. Let it out. What is bad language for?
Sorry, I will try to do better. I’ve been neglecting my curmudgeonly recently in an attempt to appear nicer than I really am. ๐
Shame.
I am so sorry Simon! They could have waited a week or so until you had finished your work there.
It’s the way they manage the place – no planning, just irregular, random actions with no link. ๐
Very sad! These comparison pictures really are a stark reminder of just how easy it is for a dream to be destroyed. I hope this year will a brighter one for you.
It’s a valuable lesson. If we work in our own garden at least nobody can take ut from us.
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Awful, really awful! No wonder you felt downcast. Son of a biscuit!
We will bounce back, as Julia says (whilst looking at me meaningfully, you can’t keep a good idiot down. ๐
Yes, we do bounce back. But sometimes we need a bit of down time first.
We are definitely taking it easy for January, and maybe February. Julia is already looking younger.
A good rest, from time to time, is absolutely essential. Especially as we age ๐
I started to notice that a few years ago. That and the creaking… ๐
Permission to complain for you. DESTRUCTIVE HOOLIGANS, or BASTARDS if you prefer.
Nicely put Derrick. Did you ever consider a career in the diplomatic service? ๐
I simply cannot bring myself to ‘like’ this post. You must have felt crushed to see that. Do you need to go back to the farm again? I wouldn’t if you can avoid it – you can’t move forward sensibly if you are looking over your shoulder.
“Crushed” is about right. One or two more trips should do it then we move on. ๐
It looks infinitely more sterile with these so called “improvements”.
It is, but that’s life.
This is bad. I’m sorry; it has to feel pretty awful.
It does. I was very downcast this afternoon, but I’m, looking at plans for the coming year and feeling better already. ๐