Some people get upset when I critique how they're managing their trees. I think that's the wrong reaction.
If what I've said is wrong, attest to the wrong.
But no-one ever does.
And that's because when it comes to trees I know what I'm talking about.
That's not a boast, it's the truth. I've spent my entire working life (35years) growing them. I know what works and what doesn't.
In this unforgiving sand and heat.
One of the most important things I did in 1982 (apart from get married :)) was walk into the City of Nedlands and ask for a job. The Manager Parks and Gardens there was a man called Jim Elliot. He said to me "go and get your truck licence and I'll give you a job".
So I did.
And he did.
And that was important because it was Jim who taught me to have a feel for trees. You see, growing them is a craft, an art. You have to empathise with them. You have to become them.
Sadly, Big Jim isn't too well these days. His body is letting him down. But he still has that burning in his soul to do the right thing by his trees.
I'm just forever grateful he put it in me too.