Monday, November 4, 2019
This was our destination yesterday for lunch with our friends Chris and Linda -- the Sun in Splendour pub in our old stomping ground of Notting Hill. It's a cute little place, with a curved front wall and a "secret garden" only slightly larger than our patio at home, and we had excellent Sunday roasts. I'd only been there once before, years ago, so it was nice to go back.
But that wasn't the big news from my Sunday. Remember the viney tree?
Well, it's hard to tell from this photo, but I de-vined it. I've been waiting for the council to come around and do something about it since I made my report several weeks ago, but then I woke up around 3:30 yesterday morning and thought, "You know, I can solve this problem myself!" In the hour or so that I lay awake, I basically talked myself into it. I figured I'd need a single yard-waste bag for all the hops vine trimmings and about an hour of working time. So at 8:30 a.m. I walked down the hill with my bag, a chair to stand on and some secateurs.
Two hours, a borrowed ladder and five bags later, this is how things looked. I removed all the vine except a little hat at the top of the tree that I just couldn't reach. So as it turns out, the council may still need to come around and solve that problem. Or maybe nature will take care of it. At least now, I don't think the tree will die -- although it does look a bit sorry.
Surprisingly, no one said a word to me as I worked on it. I was prepared to be questioned or even challenged but nada. Maybe all my neighbors think I'm crazy and it's best to stay well clear of me. (For the record, that's what Dave said to me too, when I asked him to come and hold the ladder for me: "You are crazy!")
I then wrote to the council tree officer with an update, so we'll see how he responds. Hopefully there's not a law against private citizens caring for publicly owned street trees. They may slap me in irons.
By the time I finished, hops were falling out of my hoodie and out of my t-shirt and I smelled so thoroughly hoppy I might as well have worked in a brewery. So it's just as well that after I took a shower, we went to the pub! (Raw hops have a somewhat pleasant smell, by the way. Kind of lemony.)
Oh, and I decided not to try to fix my broken wine glass. Even if I successfully glued it, which is doubtful, I'd never trust it -- and washing it would be a nightmare. Sometimes you just have to let go.