Today the annual visit of the tree surgeon, the aptly named Simon Wood. Here he is up our splendid olive tree. This tree is actually about 4 olives planted so closely together they behave as one. Probably 60-70 years old. We worship this tree as we snooze in its shade in summer, hear the sound of its leaves rustling in a breeze, and watch the way the leaves part and flow like a silvery green wave. Today it had a good going over, taking away the dead branches at its centre. The guideline to proper pruning, a swallow should be able to fly round in the middle. It looked mighty pleased after Simon's considered pruning.
We spent the entire day dragging cut branches and leaves from all over the garden to burn. Our bonfire was roaring away for hours. The garden's nicely tidied for winter. We're the good kind of exhausted and have almost gotten the smell of the wood smoke off us.
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