Fortunately for the trees they were far enough from the house, not an important area for the future golf course and of no interest to the sheep. Every year the spindly elms would put out a few leaves,then die back. Every year one thought: should do something about the trees and each year it was unimportant.
|Lo! We flourish - or nearly|
Occasionally I wondered Why so many young trees in one corner, Why the square patch of rather poor grass. Never came up with an answer. Sometimes masterly inaction is the best solution. This year, nearly forty years later, perhaps the elms have outlived the disease.