Posted: 27/03/2014 at 23:26
As you probably have guessed. Mike loves to share experiences, and, chat. Where I live. We had a green outside. In the ceter stood a might Black Poplar. This particular year, day, date, time and place. Someone had complained to the local council, that the tree was blocking the light out of their house. Strange really, as the tree must have been at least 30mtrs away from any building. Anyway. The council sent the tree gang along. Several limbs were cut off, and what was left wasn't too bad. However as time passed, one or two bits snapped off and fell to the ground. Now at that point in time. My aged mum lived in a groundfloor flat, diagonally across the green from me. Each night, I would cross the green to make sure she was alright. At this stage in her life, sadly, she was on her own, and worst of all, her sight was faillng. She passed away at the age of 90.5 yrs from a stroke and was blind. However on this particular night. As I passed beneathe the poplar. Huge droplets of water came down. No. It wasn't raining. Yes. I know something about transpiration, and after all. Where this giant of a tree stood., Slightly in a basin, as the surrounding fields etc tended to slope towards this point. Returning home I related the experience to Val and my eldest daughter Kerry. At the time, Kerry was around sixteen. We all exclaimed that the tree was crying. Poppycock and all of that. However the next morning. Kerry came running to me. crying out. Dad. Dad. They are going to chop the tree down. Lokking out. There was the tree gang. Before Either Val or I could stop her. Kerry was off and out. She ran to the tree, and having her back to it, as in a protective stance. She screamed out. No. No. Please don't cut this tree down. Come early afternoon. The green was bare. The tree had gone. So. Transpiration. Tree shared tears or what.
My writing is true.