First they kill the trees

There is the most awful arborcide going on in my community.  At first it was on the main road going past, and I sort of noticed it while walking the dog and wondered how it would impact on the noise from the road towards our little house.   The trees were all healthy and in good nick and I don't have a nice local councilor that I can email and ask what the heck is going on, but it wasn't right in my back yard. I sort of assumed they'd probably want to widen the road so that even more cars could be stuck in traffic every day - nope, no one ever learns that more roads means more traffic, not less.

I should have known this morning when getting out the shower I saw 2 huge trucks on the road outside.  I did take action. I didn't leave things to chance.  I went and asked what they were doing and they were removing a roadside tree they said.

So imagine my horror when I got home today and saw 2 trucks in my back garden covered head to toe in trees!  My trees.  From my garden.  Without permission, without notification, without redress, without a chance to protest, no time to tie myself to the tree.  I ranted, I raved.  I cussed I shouted.  But it was too late.  Gone.  Not dead, not rotten, not about to fall down.  Gone, cut to pieces.  And of course they won't be replaced.  Arbocide.  I'm sorry, it's a touchy, irrational thing with me. Oh they said, these trees fall down in the rainy season - right like they've fallen down every one of the 30 or so years that their rings say they were old.  Oh, but the ants were attacking their roots - well kill the f***ing ants I say, don't touch my trees.


 (By the way: Is there someone out there who can tell me how to add a bunch of photos to a blog using blogger.com without them jumping all over the place I just want to be able to line them up side by side and under each other without big gaps.)