Spring is such a wonderful time of year.
You feel fresh. You want to clean out the stuff in your house that is cluttering the spaces you love.
You want to clean out the stuff in your life that is cluttering your brain!
And above all that, everywhere you go you are blessed with the stunning blossoms adorning nearly every streetscape.
Glorious in every way, the green blossom is undoubtedly my favourite. It takes all my strength not to grab the secateurs and snip off a few branches to have in my house.
So I felt a little sad driving into Launceston’s CBD and seeing huge chunks of the majestic blossom trees cut away to make way for the power lines.
As I sat at the traffic lights I couldn’t help but ponder how nature continuously must give way to the advancements of man.
Ugly power poles span the skyline with now-half-cropped trees making way for the wires.
The trees must have been there first. They span the size of a house and reach way beyond the rooflines.
So why were the poles not placed so they wouldn’t get in the way?
Feeling melancholy, I returned home contemplating so many examples of natural beauty being deformed so that technology can take centre stage.
Walking in the back door, it felt a little cold inside.
Not a reflection of the rather pleasant 16-degree spring weather outside.
Flicking on the kettle to boil some water for a cup of tea and for some reason the red light isn’t showing.
Looking at the power point, all appears to be in order and yet I can’t get the jug to boil.
Switching on the kitchen light – nothing.
The power is off.
The memory of a note in the letter box comes flooding back. There would be no power in our street today due to maintenance.
The heat pump is off. There is no hot water. I can’t cook dinner. I can’t do the washing.
Now with all this time on my hands, I decide to check my emails. Nope – can’t do that either as there is no WIFI.
I’m now beginning to wonder if I was a little rash in my distaste for the power lines.
In fact in just a moment, I have done a full swing in my argument
It appears I have become far more dependent on the infrastructure that brings electricity to my home than I would like.
The desire to be surrounded by beautiful things such as blossom trees in full bloom pales in comparison to the need for a cup of tea and feeding my family.
Maybe the solution is to plant my very own blossom tree far away from the reaches of anything other than the skyline.