An English In Kentucky


















Sunday December 3rd 2017Tim Candler9


      The trees, we have charge of, are awash with Grapevine and Virginia Creeper, and around the woodland edges some Honeysuckle. For well over ten years I have been meaning to deal with the problem. Might have been easier back then because while exploring the task I realize we're not talking ornamentals here, we're talking the sort of vines a man child raised by Chimpanzees or Property Speculators might have a familiarity with. They are yodeling while swinging from tree to tree size vines and a person almost needs to think about ruining a perfectly respectable day by running a chainsaw to deal with them.



     As a winter outdoor project cutting back these vines does however offer a potential for fresh air and a little physical exercise, the sort of woodsman activity that puts the pants on a bloke, causes him to wax around the Victorian dreamscape of weary working men wending their frosty way after releasing a swooning Sycamore from an unrequested embrace. And yet there's actually a bigger question and this has to do with the extent to which fresh air and exercise are conducive to winter wellbeing. I'm beginning to wonder. First of all, it's a well known fact exercise for the sake of exercise is purposeless and contrary to the meaning of life. Secondly when temperatures are below 46 Fahrenheit, outdoor movement of any kind has a Gulag quality.


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