Recently one of our local garden centres was swallowed up by a well known chain of stores. *burp* The prices have gone up, the variety reduced, but the tat has stayed pretty much the same. This does not bode well. Attached to the centre, adjacent to the restaurant, is a small garden and playground. This area of mainly trees and shrubs is solely for the customer’s delight, not for gain. Not so long ago there was also a large pond, replete with carp, for whom you could buy paper bags of food. Adults and children alike marvelled at the gaping fish mouths, gasping for the bread in a very unseemly manner. It was filled in and laid to lawn a couple of years ago, no doubt a casualty of Health and Safety.
Yesterday we popped in to buy a terracotta pot and whilst we were there I sauntered in the sunshine. The wonderfully ridged horse chestnut tree doesn’t care who owns it, wearing its cape of ivy, reaching its boughs into the blue. I only hope the new owners don’t find a more profitable use for this calming space. Fingers crossed the tree’s nonchalance isn’t short-lived.