Testing times

The day after Canterbury’s buildings underwent their first trial by earthquake, the nor-west wind roared through Otago, shoving at trees. This beauty used to supervise the playground. Falling, it considerately divided for the park bench. Its heart was worn out. Today the DCC sliced and carted it away.

2 responses to “Testing times”

  1. I suppose the tree knew intimately many who sat on that quiet bench; conversations and thoughts rose up into its branches . . . Those secrets go with it.

  2. There’s something heart-stopping about a fallen tree. Nan and I felt it when we drove past this gum the night before it was carted away… Amazing to see it lying there in tatters but with its boughs considerately parted for the bench as if sheltering it (and those who sat on it?) right to the very end.