Saturday, April 17, 2010

Poignant, somehow.

A Christmas tree, which is a cheering thing of warmth and colour and light during a season of frozen monochrome darkness, deserves better than to be abandoned in a field.

Its severed stump points the way of the hard-hearted sloth.

7 comments:

Victoria said...

Wow, I never expected to feel so sorry for a dead tree.

Karen said...

No kidding! At least turn it into compost or something... sad. Well, anyone who is lazy enough to leave it until mid-April is probably just as you described. Poor old tree.

Victoria said...

p.s. it just occurred to me that we haven't seen any natural history of carts in a while. They're not becoming endangered, are they?

Linda said...

So typical of 'throw-away' society; no respect for anything! If they were this callous about a tree, one can only imagine their other 'ethics'.

biobabbler said...

Yes, this is partly why we never get a tree. I'm a conservation biologist and raging empath (as in sympathy, not ESP) so I've had 1 tree in the last 10 years, and that was slash from someone in the Pacific Northwest clearing around their home, so I grabbed it from the ditch. =)

Plus I read The Fir Tree early in my life and can't forget it. =)

Kim and Victoria said...

That is sad. A Christmas tree, for crying out loud!

RPS77 said...

I'm not sure if it's that callous - most people who have old Christmas trees that have lost their needles end up doing something similar, either taking it to a landfill or simply dragging it into a wooded area on their own lot.