I have been car-less, phone-less and internet-less over the past few days, and feel, just a little, that I have been transported back to a Trelawnyd of years gone by….
Yesterday an impressive looking box arrived on the doorstep. Inside were a small collection of tiny English oak saplings, a leftovers present from Trelawnyd’s Carnival committee, who had obtained a whole wood of these little trees as part of the Queen’s Jubilee celebrations.
(The Woodland Trust donated literally thousands of these saplings to ensure that scores of Golden Jubilee woodlands would be planted up all over the UK)
The Flower Show Committee, of which I am Chair, supported the re-emergence of the Carnival wholeheartedly and made a donation towards their expenses last year. Subsequently they have supported The Flower Show’s wish to plant some British saplings in the “bald spots” of the Churchyard by presenting us with some of their own saplings
It’s good natured mutual support.
That’s what community should be all about in my book.
You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours.
The oak saplings are tiny and delicate so I have just planted them in my own allotment in order for them to become a little more robust.
Only when they can fend for themselves so to speak, will I transfer them to their final resting place in the old graveyard.