Season of Light

After a first Xmas in the house, the tree was planted (without much expectation of success) in that rather attractive, hemi-spherical, terracotta pot. We dumped it in a garden corner between an east-west wall and a north south wall. If it's lucky, it sees the sun for a few hours a day in mid-summer. It has loved it, and thrived ever since, gaining height and constantly branching, like a 3d fractal. This has gone on for four or five years: moving it to outside the French windows for Xmas; moving it back to its shady corner in January

But now it's root-bound; it needs to be repotted. In daylight, it's easy to tell its lacking nutrients and stressed, despite feeding. There is no solution we can think of that leaves both the tree and the pot undamaged. Someone has to make the difficult decisions, as I think I've heard someone say before

Speaking of a failure to think ahead by those in authority and botching difficult decisions, you will have been shocked by today's news. No, I don't mean the ridiculous, macabre theatre of the government's ongoing Rwanda fiasco. I don't even mean the inexplicable own-goal by Torquay town council. I'm thinking of the beleagured council of Cardigan town, who have come under fire for erecting lights with 'Merry Christmas' featuring prominently, but not 'Nadolig Llawen' (if only we had braved the foul weather and gone to the official switch-on, we would have known) 

The council said it was hard to source lights in the Welsh language without putting a strain on the public purse. Having spent the day trying to source consumer goods online, I have some sympathy. However, whisper it quietly, I think if they examine the 'framework of the law' under which they operate, they will find they are 'very much pushing at the edge of the envelope'