Daily Prompt: Publish a post in the style of a favorite author/blogger or photographer.
Quite frankly, I can’t write like anyone else but myself, even if I tried to write like some of my favourites, I would fail dismally.
So, here is what I want to tell you about today, in my own style. This happened a few days ago,
I love trees and have had many an argument over people wanting to cut them down. One of the reasons I don’t like my neighbour very much is because when he moved in he cut every tree in his garden down. I thought that was quite appalling. Many of us who live in South Africa have electric fences around our homes because they are very necessary. One of the trees in my garden needed to be taken down unfortunately, because it was causing problems with the electric fencing. So, faced with a choice of chopping the tree down and the safety of my family you will understand why I chose the latter.
The guys came out, all muscle bound with their tank tops and chainsaws. They were told which tree to cut down. I had to leave. When I came home I had found that they had chopped down the wrong tree. Some people have found my angst about this quite amusing, I suppose I could see the humour if I looked deep enough, but I just don’t feel like seeing the humour in the whole thing.
I was so angry, but no amount of harsh words or anger would bring the tree back again.