He's a good neighbour, a perfectly nice
man, who never fails to ask your opinion
and advice, perversely to ignore it and
proceed elsewise. The possessor of a
stately blue spruce, he claimed it imposed
upon the maple that had ventured as a
gifted seedling within his lawn which he
tenderly nurtured to maturity, though
the two had more than ample space for
amicable growth. In came an arborist,
down came the flawless specimen tree
in all its ornamental perfection.
Its pungently aromatic boughs
festooned the lawn, then were carted
off for a proper burial. Its large and
sturdy trunk carved to sections, its stump
and roots to ground level left to languish.
A perfectly spherical, raised flowerbed
installed over the grave. And yes, I
divided perennials and gave them to
my neighbour for his new central lawn
piece, even as I mourned the untimely
departure of an admired gentle giant.
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