Musings from the Merse
Saturday, November 03, 2007
You Can't Take it With You
They say.
Certainly that applies to much of our furniture in our move to the Small-House-in-Duns. Quarts into Pint pots apply. In our case its more like a gallon into a Sherry Glass. No matter, we can find good homes in Lunnon and Paree for some of the stuff.
But not for this Beech Tree. Ten years old and planted when we moved in. And years to come people will scratch their heads and say 'I wonder who planted that magnificent specimen' And the old gnarled person will tentatively suggest 'Could it have been Huttonian away back last century?' And the head scratchers will reply: '
Huttonian? Never heard of him'
There's an epitaph for you.
Certainly that applies to much of our furniture in our move to the Small-House-in-Duns. Quarts into Pint pots apply. In our case its more like a gallon into a Sherry Glass. No matter, we can find good homes in Lunnon and Paree for some of the stuff.
But not for this Beech Tree. Ten years old and planted when we moved in. And years to come people will scratch their heads and say 'I wonder who planted that magnificent specimen' And the old gnarled person will tentatively suggest 'Could it have been Huttonian away back last century?' And the head scratchers will reply: '
Huttonian? Never heard of him'
There's an epitaph for you.
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