Light Up The Sky “Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree”
Psalm 37:1-7 Fret not thyself because of evildoers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity. For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb. Trust in the LORD, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed. Delight thyself also in the LORD; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass. And he shall bring forth thy righteousness as the light, and thy judgment as the noonday. Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass.
It had been very recently when all homes within this area that fall in line with the Nottingham to Derby railway track, were informed with the information of all trees along the railway embankment, being cut down to just the height of a simple stump. Through so many scenes of nature being interfered with by the action, the resulting scenes unto most if not all, would be horrific. Nothing meantime on this occasion could have taken place so as to prevent further action taking place.
All cuttings of over grown trees reaching 40’ to 50’ in height, were soon in the progress of falling to the ground, simply so as to be thrown into the necessary machine that would, chew it all into very much I suppose fine chips of dust that formed piles.
Speaking for myself, it was a disappointment loosing trees that so much, during my years now gone by, I would have noticed to so much help attract the wild life along into this area of the line. Today however, all homes have gone. Perhaps over from the south, more light is now finding its way in and onto the territory of each home, yet so few it seems have approved of the move. Meanwhile, through taking so much to the aroma or otherwise scene if not both of freshly cut wood and grasses, I myself asked one of the team dressed in his orange suit so to be seen by oncoming trains that would then bring in the sound of the trumpet, if there was any chance of; instead of throwing all cuttings into that machine, let me have them. That method of repeating the scenes and also the sounds whilst chewing into chips I told him, to me, represents a manager seated at a dining table. Throw the blocks of freshly cut wood over the fence so as for myself, I told him, to make further use of. Why not simply pile them up and build a fence left to right at the required height?
I can say that only a few days on and I certainly have received what I had asked for, as the particular corner of my garden that stands beside the railway embankment, now appeared as an avalanche of such a number of blocks of solid wood. A landslide of cuttings piled I suppose 8’, and measuring all sizes, now stood waiting for further attention.
Help from a friend was soon at hand, and work was progressing along my side of the embankment, so to form what was now beginning to appear, a tough well sorted and built pile of cuttings measuring a radius of all sizes. It continued from one end of the garden unto the other in and between trees and shrubs also. Without doubt, all of my experience during the years now gone by of dealing with crate, after crate after crate packed so tight with medical records, time, after time, after time was beginning to show its advantages.
Thank goodness my manager was no longer at hand. I was asked by my friend as we sat exhausted, following such a hectic period of physical progress dealing with such scenes of blocks of wood within the garden, “would you like to hear a story of an empty barn.” With Christmas now on close approach, I was in the progress of reading further information of cigars that I had received. These were facts that related to the standard of a particular product. I asked for the story to be given however, as we sat recovering from such heavy functioning. His reply I recall, as I sat attempting to relax so to read on from the information that related to cigars, simply being; “It has nothing to it.”
However, I was myself, now much more into what I saw, as the correct path. ‘The high-grade tobaccos are sourced from farms in Virginia and Kentucky and are cured over Hickory, Oak and Mapel log fires in very, very tall 'curing barns'. The tobacco being draped over the rafters near the top of these tall buildings, below which the fires are then lit. As the warm smoky air rises, it 'cures' the tobacco developing the sweetness and locking in those gorgeous smoky characteristics.
The information carried on explaining unto me relating of the item; ‘this particular stage of process is done over a period of several days and is rigorously monitored, all so to ensure that the tobaccos are evenly cured. Once completed the tobaccos are then transported back to the Drew Estate factory in Esteli where; they are carefully constructed into cigars which are then aged for several months before release.
At every step in the process, the quality is assessed so that only the best cigars make it to the retailer's humidors and on to the appropriate purchaser.’
All information to myself from what I had been provided with, appeared to be above standard. It brought to the front of my mind, a period at work now over thirty years back today, and the reason of why the building that had been; the Nottingham General Hospital, had been renamed; Standard Court. It had been through such poor management, whom showed no interest whatsoever in dealing with even one serious problem within the building. All had lead late one evening, to the sound of such an explosion that suddenly awoke so many within the vicinity. Well perhaps back at that period of time, adverts did have to them the message relating to; “light up the sky with standard fireworks.”
So, there we had what became todays name of what I would state, a building that so much resembles, very much an empty barn where NHS staff members would be employed. Unto a reasonable number also, the appropriate name the member would have been using. As for myself, let them go their way and I shall go mine.
For now to relax, together with my decided on Cuban cigar whilst I study before my eyes, all new members forming I suppose, what has the appearance of a back bench. Well, if it shall help to attract wildlife, it was no mistake. Also, so many years of living here within a home of such silence. Why not over on the left, open the space so to form maybe, a grave yard unto a few of the fallen trees, and where the intercity trains shall be on scene today, so to meet unto each and every received Order! I wonder if their intention, the Railway folk that is, had been to embarrass me, well, it appears we had embarrassed them, for all had worked out perfectly to plan! Simply; Have your trust in the Lord. Who knows, future judgement? Perhaps judging by todays female sex insisting on being equal to man, what appears to me such a layer after layer of wooden logs, could simply one day be seen to represent cigar ends or stubs of the female.