Tree Planting
I have a passion for trees and tree-planting. If I discover some small seedling crowded away in a hedge or wind-exposed on a stretch of moor, I am tempted to uproot it and give it the benefit of a bit of decent ground and the care it would never get in the wild. Such an attitude produces complications. My garden is hardly a large one and it is crowded with too many blackcurrants, rose cuttings, gooseberry bushes and a host of other things that could all do with more room. When I discovered the two weak little larch seedlings late last season, I cleared away the undergrowth and debris that were choking them, dug them up and brought them home in the back of the brake. They appeared to have died when I looked at them again about December-4 forgot that the larch sheds its leaf—but the other day, staring at my over-crowded garden, I noticed the larches breaking into soft green leaves like small bristles. What have I done for them ? They will grow until they dwarf the apple trees and perhaps take nourishment and sun from their neighbours. I must cure myself of this habit or look for work as a forester before I have the wild wood for a garden.
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