22nd April 17
Swamp Cypress Cut
14th July 2016 Put a wire guard around the northern swamp cypress.
16th June 2016 The northern swamp cypress. that has been damaged, probably by deer. You can see that although the top looks a little more full and bushy, it has lost width overall due to deer having the munchies.
The southern one seems fine although not much grown, hardly surprising given it's location.
25th May 2016 They were difficult to find, given the high ground cover, especially the one to the south: which was struggling for light; as you see in the right-hand picture below. Still, each has rooted and taken to its new home.
24th Feb 2016 Planted the two Swamp Cypress protected by felled willow to make rough barrier. Click on image to enlarge!
12th Jan 2016 Bought two trees in 5Lt pots @£30 each from Thornhayes Nursery. Have also bought one Dawn Redwood, a similar plant from China which comes in a 10Lt pot and is £60
(Thornhayes Nursery, St. Andrews Wood, Dulford, Cullopmton, EX 15 2DF; Tel: 01884 266746)
Dissatisfied, especially with people in authority or a system of control:
Each of us is so weak that we revel in the notion of belonging to a group. A family, a gang, a charity, a nation, a religion, a consumer, a talker . . . the list is endless and greater than the number of participants; for each combination of participants is it's own group.
Each instance of belonging is a sliver of self denied. It may support the short term desires of the mind and body but it empties my soul.
So I am a disaffected animal, a disaffected vegan. What good does it do my soul to agree with other vegan consumers on how to sustain myself by consuming alternatives; Seeking support from other weak and disaffected creatures will at best insulate me from the spirit of life and eternal joy.
Swapping my bloody apron for a mantle of flowers and sunshine does not free me from my corporeal chain of destruction, yet this was and still is the purpose of my venture to undertake a vegan direction, to try and build a soul in the garden of the eternal spirit, not some ecologically sustainable lifestyle using the pretence that if I abstain from killing animals I have somehow reached a better position. A different position no doubt, that suits my cowardly heart but it does not change what I am.