Guava courtesy Pixabay |
The
college I attended was well known for its beautifully landscaped
grounds. In fact they had been awarded the most beautifully
maintained campus in America award several times. Understandably this
was a point of significant pride. A lot of the important folks
working for the college had at one time been students paying their
way by working on the landscaping crew just like I was doing. This
could lead to some interesting problems.
Across
the freeway by the grade school affiliated with the college was where
I worked and we had a serious safety concern. Right on the corner of
two busy streets a walkway led from the school to the crosswalk on
the corner. Alongside that walkway was a large ivy bed with guava
trees growing in the middle. The guava trees would hide any
pedestrians from traffic until they were steps from the crosswalk. We
tried cutting them back but guavas grow very fast and these were well
established. It was a serious safety issue, so we requested
permission to remove them. The request was denied without
explanation. We tried several times and communicated with our
department head and it still kept getting denied. The whole
department knew the issue needed to be addressed and no one really
understood why we couldn't get permission to solve it.
The
story finally came out. The person in charge of running the physical
campus was personally denying the request. The reason was that he had
worked in the department as a student and these guava trees were
amoung the last if not the last remaining trees he had planted
himself. I understand where he was coming from and have respect for
the man. That doesn't address the safety issue though. We set about
getting the job done without his approval.
The
decision was taken by the head of the department but as one of those
calling for removal of the bushes and my subsequent participation in
the dirty deed, I can't just wash my hands and say I was just
following orders. The planter of the trees would be away for a long
weekend. Norm was called in. Norm was a special kind of landscaper.
If you wanted a job done fast and didn't care what it looked like
when it was done, you called Norm. He came in with a tractor and had
the whole row out within an hour. That's when they called me.
My
strength as a landscaper wasn't brute force. I'm more of a
landscaping cosmetician. First thing I did was plant low growing
tobiras where the guava had been. Then I spent most of the rest of
the day repairing the torn up ivy, concealing the tractor tire marks
and any other evidence of our mission. My cover up work was adequate
because the whole thing was never spoken of again and now the kids
could safely approach the intersection without the previous level of
risk.
I'd
love to sit down and chat with the poor man we perpetrated this on.
I'd still do the same thing but I understand him. Since graduating,
this college has closed its door and much of the work I did there has
been bulldozed.
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