The Haircut

Sitting at home, looking out my window at three men shinning up the trees opposite me, cutting off all the branches.

I’m amazed at the skill with which they can climb and am having flashbacks to my trip to Fiji in 1990, watching the locals knocking the coconuts out of the trees – and also to my Dad, who, whenever he wants to cut branches off a tree, uses a ladder.

I’m sad at the prospect of my lovely green outlook turning into a bare, wintry vista.