Farewell Tims!

A little while ago I wrote about our garden and how it has gone completely out of control! It’s an utter wilderness, and overtaken by brambles, ivy and mutant ninja honeysuckle which doesn’t flower. There is also a invasive very prickly shrub which the previous owners planted round the garden I guess to keep unwanted visitors out – well it certainly does that, it’s vicious!

We decided enough is enough and putting aside the reasons we’ve not been attending to it as we should over the last couple of years (writing, making music, painting, drawing) we made a plan and over the last four days we have wielded the secateurs and saws and fought back. Sadly among the rampant aggressors, there have been some home casualties, and sadly we have had to say goodbye to several Tims.

When we first got together, we were determined for our first Christmas to have a tree even though we were spending the actual holiday with family. We carefully chose and decorated a live tree – it seems so cruel to have the poor trees with no roots which are then just tossed out at the end of twelfth night. So we had a small living tree which we intended to keep until the following year, which we did, and it seemed his name was Tim, Tim Tree.

Tim was a great little tree, but then he got to be not such a little tree, and it was time to let him grow free and we planted him in the garden. The following year we bought Tim 2, and then Tim 3. Then we moved away from Oldham where we’d lived together since 1990, got married, had two children, and bidding a very fond farewell to the two Tims we took Tim 3 in his pot to the south-west with us.

That was in 2001; since then we have had several more Tims; sadly not all survived but we still have a few, now fine specimens in the garden. This however adds to the problem of the brambles, ivy, honeysuckle, spiky prickly thing, plus various other plants which love us including buddleia and berberis (also very, very prickly) We don’t know for certain but we believe there is an underground stream here because our garden never dries out and everything flourishes no matter what the drought lie conditions are. We are very near the sea and there are all sorts of water courses flowing beneath the surface.

So, farewell Tims! We have had to cut you down to give us light, to clear some space and to take back our garden. My featured image is of one of the Tims eight years ago.

11 Comments

  1. debbiedrury

    I remember my grandparents having a couple of ‘Tims’ in the garden. I think they were still there when my widowered grandad moved in to a small maisonette. Oh, how my nanna loved Christmas. Whenever I stayed overnight when I was little we had Christmas carols to go to sleep to whatever the time of year. Whenever I hear carols I think of her.

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      1. debbiedrury

        No, not the ‘Tims’, but talked about my love of Christmas coming from my nanna, and wanting to make Christmas special for friends and family in the way my nanna did. Think I’ve written about that in my ‘morning pages’ somewhere along the years. The morning pages are hand written, stream of consciousness (don’t always manage this!). I have written the odd piece not for my blog about things I remember from my past, tend to do this on the computer as it’s easier to go back and add or re-order things. It’s another thing I want to do! Too many things I’m interested in doing!

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      2. Lois

        Oooh, I must go and look! I no longer write by hand as my writing is so terrible I can’t read it! I even bought a beautiful fountain pen to see if that helped… but no!

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      3. debbiedrury

        Yes, I have gone back to a fountain pen, and use beautiful coloured inks, started with oranges, sepia and rust tones, then a beautiful new beech leaf green. But since I started up with ‘pages’ after breaking my arm I’m using coloured Stabilo fine liners, colour to tone with the cover of the book. I should go back to the pen now, I just needed something that flowed really easily when I could only write for short bursts.

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      4. debbiedrury

        I always used to say I was creative, not artistic because I couldn’t draw! But then learnt to draw and realised that drawing doesn’t make you artistic. Thank you for the compliment. I always wanted to be artistic, but now realise I always was.
        Certainly some of what I’ve read that you’ve written has translated to the page.
        I just “play” and have fun with whatever I’m doing.
        Have you read The Artist’s Way? You have set me off writing today. 4 or 5 hours of it just flowing! 2400 words, so far. Thank you.
        I looked for my fountain pen this morning, no idea where I’ve put it for safe keeping. Ended up with a new coloured fine liner, the previous one is running out and doesn’t flow any more.

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      5. Lois

        Gosh Debbie, well done! That’s amazing – and isn’t it such a fantastic feeling when it goes like that! No I haven’t read the Artist’s way, I’ll go and look for it. Oh and putting things somewhere safe is just a disaster! On the other hand, isn’t it nice when you unexpectedly find them 🙂

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      6. debbiedrury

        Yes, it’ll turn up when I’m not looking for it. Julia Cameron has also written the Right to write, but worth starting with the Artist’s way. Written a bit more today but other things took over. Tomorrow hopefully.

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