Once upon a time, in our garden, we had the most beautiful rambling wild rose.
It rambled all along the top of OUR hedge and even found its way
up a tree, at the bottom of the garden.
It was a stunning sight.
We...and the rose...lived quietly side by side for many years.
Every year, at around late May/beginning June, we would look forward
to seeing our friend, the rose, appear and start its ramblings along
our very thick, lush hedge.
And then one day, two or three years ago, the destruction police, in the form of some
'village do - gooders', decided to hack the hedge from the other side,
destroying the rose and putting paid to
our little bit of spring pleasure....
that is , hack the hedge without a word to us, without the good manners
to even come and inform us what they were doing, and without the common
decency that one would expect from neighbours.
They even hacked away and thinned the hedge,
so much so that some of our privacy was lost as well.
We were not happy.
On the other side of our hedge is the village hall car park.
I can understand that they might want to trim the hedge
to keep the car park neat and tidy.
(although Mr S always did that, up until then)
I can understand the importance of keeping a village tidy.
What I cannot abide with is the lack of good manners.
Furthermore, they must surely have noticed the beautiful rose every year...you
could not fail to notice it!
Respect, common decency and manners
cost nothing, don't you think?
This week, Mr S has been cutting the hedge down to a more manageable height
in the hope that it will eventually thicken up.
I miss our wild, rambling rose....and our lovely thick hedge...and I now feel
quite disillusioned about the place in which I live.
It's just not the same...and all because of thoughtless people.