A few months ago a fantastic flowering cherry tree was happily growing on St Paul’s Parade, giving shade to people outside the nearby coffee shop and shelter for the birds.
The tree must have been around 80 years old. This year it produced a fantastic, sweet crop of cherries, so I picked my fair share. Why buy when they were free?
Unfortunately a large branch broke away. Fair enough, we all get a bit rickety as age takes us over, and the fallen branch was duly cut up and taken away. The tree didn’t suffer any ill-effects because of the loss of a limb, it continued to bare fruit.
On Monday, November 16 I strolled past St Paul’s Parade and I couldn’t believe that the cherry tree had been removed.
Why? Well I know some faceless person from Amey will state it was in a dangerous state, which I don’t believe. It seems to me these reckless acts of cutting down trees is just an exercise to keep the chainsaws in good working order.
There must be some other reason for the destruction of our trees. Why all of a sudden are the trees dangerous? Footpaths can still be negotiated by people with failing eyesight, mothers with prams and other pedestrians, but Amey have difficulty walking on these paths.
Where I live I can look out of my office over the city and all I see is an expanse of green-leaved trees. People would pay a fortune for this view but it’s free to me.
I send pictures of the view to contacts in Australia, Canada, Ireland and America and even though the continents mentioned have by far a much varied species of trees, they all say how lucky I am to see the trees without having to jump in a car and drive for a few hours to see what I can see from my office.
Our trees in Sheffield are doing no harm to anyone, only Amey, who seem to have an agenda to remove all our mature trees growing alongside the streets in the city.
Spring for me is the awakening of the trees, with the different hues of green for the different species of trees.
By summer the intense greens have subdued but when autumn arrives, oh, what a display nature puts on for me.
I could photograph it every day to catch the change of the subtle hues of the leaves and when winter arrives the starkness of the branches is still a lovely sight to see, the way the branches twist and turn. It’s obvious Amey do not appreciate this free show.