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WAT Tree Service - Bremen 3375 GA-1 BUS, Buchanan, GA 30113 678-922-4674 https://www.westatltree.com/wat-tree-service-tallapoosa-bremen-ga

[elitetreeserviceheflinal]

Elite Tree Service - Heflin AL

Evans Bridge Rd,

Heflin, AL 36264

256-371-6715

https://www.annistonaltree.com/elite-tree-service-heflin

[elitetreeserviceofanniston]

Elite Tree Service of Anniston

Luttrell St Oxford, AL 36203

256-645-8361

https://www.annistonaltree.com/

[westatlantatreeservicecarrollton]

West Atlanta Tree Service - Carrollton Ga

110 Laurel Trce Carrollton, GA 30116

770-830-3828

http://www.westatltree.com/

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Arrow Tree Service Greenville 111 Manly St, Greenville, SC 29601 864-272-1625 https://www.arrowtreeservicegreenville.com/

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[solvicrafts]

Wow, $250 whole dollars!

[treeserviceprofessionals]

Three Stories Depicting the Importance of Local Tree Trimmers

Are you planning on working with local tree trimmers? Are you confused about whether they will be the right option for you or not? Local tree trimmers can be of great help because of the expertise and experience that they have in the field. You will never be able to do the work as professionally as them on your own. Let’s read some stories showing the importance of local tree trimmers.

Story One

In a neighborhood, there was a beautiful tree, which was weathered but still resilient. An older adult, Mrs. Smith felt a connection with the tree and noticed that the branches were becoming a risk for her yard. So, she connected with local tree trimmers who then pruned and shaped the tree with utmost care and precision. This way, the trimmers made sure that the tree stayed safe and Mrs. Smith was also able to continue experiencing the peace that she felt whenever she looked at the tree.

Story Two

After a storm, therewere a lot of fallen branches all over the neighborhood. This was quite stressful for the Jameson family. So, they connected with tree trimming companies who took care of this urgent situation by clearing the debris from their yard. They even helped the family understand how they can keep their trees in place when future storms strike. The family was quite grateful for the assistance that they got and they truly appreciated the dedication that the local trimmers had.

Story Three

In the playground of a school, there were several aged trees. The branches of the trees let the children play under the shadow. However, the school was quite concerned about the safety of the children. So, local tree trimmers collaborated with the school and made sure to trim the trees properly. In the end, the result was a safe playground that helped children play under the shade without anyone worrying about their safety. All this was only possible because of the expertise of the local tree trimmers who took care of the branches with complete perfection.

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[salmonskinrolltf]

I’m an 19 year old jock, brown hair, brown eyes. Could you send a copy of the Dukes of Hazzard Seasons? I really like Bo Duke from the show. Something about his himbo redneck charm just makes me fall for him.

Your Be Kind Rewind tape and die have arrived! You roll the die because the web site said you should, but when you roll a 1, nothing happens. You shrug and pop the Dukes of Hazzard tape into your VCR, hitting rewind so you can make sure to catch every moment from the beginning.

As the tape begins to rewind, you think about how you always kinda thought it made more sense for Bo to be gay, or at least bi. He certainly always seemed to prefer the company of Luke to any of the women in his life. You figured he needed a wild, rough-and-tumble redneck guy who could show up in his life and shake him out of his heteronormative upbringing, show him how different it can be to have a little fun with another willing guy.

Unfortunately, that someone can’t be you. Bo’s not real, first of all. But more importantly, you’re too much of a clean-cut jock for that. You think back to your latest game, and how great the uniforms made the asses of the other players look. Especially that one guy - what was his name? you can’t remember - when he was going to make a… basket? Field goal? What sport do you play again? You shake your head as your memories go fuzzy like an old television that needs adjusting.

You decide to reboot your memory by tracking back to the most recent thing you remember and working your way back to the present from there. You cycle through the fuzzy colors and blurry shapes until you hit on something. Siphoning gas from the sheriff’s tank so you could go on a joy ride. Now that memory is very clear, thankfully. What did you do after that?

As you ponder, you feel a tickling on the back of your neck as your hair grows, slithering down in a greasy tangle. The tickling hits your shoulders, and then your mid-back. You shake your head and your mullet flutters against your back. God, you love that feeling. It was hard-earned, too, it took you years to grow all that shit out.

The next memory falls into place. Going mudding with some of your cousins the day after your joy ride. What a good time! You shake your head again and the tickling transfers to the front of your face as a greasy brown beard drapes from your sideburns down across to your chin, a mustache sprouting as the cherry on top of the unkempt, disheveled sundae.

You stroke your beard as you smile and remember going cow-tipping the next day. You picked the biggest cow, of course, to prove how strong you are… While you think about your prowess, your athletic muscles actually shrink down a bit, leaving you with skinny arms and a slim torso where your ribs are in plain sight.

Getting hot, you remove your shirt and stuff it in your back pocket. Your memories are finally traced back to the game you were trying to remember… That game of darts you were playing at the local bar the other night. God, Buck’s arms looked so daggum delicious in that sleeveless denim shirt. You scratch your chest and light brown hair swirls in a spiral pattern from around your nipples, eventually spreading across your entire torso.

And that last memory brings you back to the present… what was it you were doing right now? You were getting ready to watch something, right? It was a… A… You wanted to watch the sunset from Makeout Point, yeah that’s what it was. But you didn’t want to go alone, which is why you parked your truck here by the local bar. You look around to see a serene roadside bar, the trees gently swaying in the humid breeze. You wipe sweat from your forehead, glad you already took your shirt off so you aren’t feeling too overheated. It’s been a loooooong, hot summer.

Suddenly the squeal of tires distracts you from your reverie. A slick car pulls up and out climbs the most handsome blond guy you’ve ever seen in your life.

You chuckle to yourself. This guy is a hunk of all-American beef, but you can see a little sugar in ‘im. You know he’d be willing to experiment if a stud like you showed him the ropes. He wouldn’t be able to resist your sexual magnetism. You spit on the ground, then whistle, catching his attention. He looks over at you and you wink. “What’s your name, pardner?” you ask.

[bonefall]

Why did Runningbrook get shot? That’s a pretty horrifying way to die, especially if any other cat was nearby to see it happen :(

It was!

So this time, the Suburban Expansion of TNP is getting overhauled. I've actually sat down and worked out a couple human factions; the

Land Owners (Windovers)

Unnamed Development Company (Devco)

The Scientists.

The cats won't be able to notice that there isn't just one group of humans at play here, but you will be able to notice them if you pay close attention to what's happening during the first part of TNP. The three groups interact very differently with Clan cats.

The FIRST group at play here, and the one that isn't a player for very long, is the Windovers. It's openly known by the locals that the cats in the woods are 'a bit strange', especially the farmers near WindClan. The Windovers own that land, and lease it out to various hunters and visitors and such.

But they've been approached by Devco, who want to expand Chelford by purchasing their land.

Problem that the Windovers have: If it gets out there are sapient cats, complete with religion, war, and possibly even tool use (rumored but unconfirmed) there's going to be a HUGE problem in selling it.

SO they're trying to 'quietly' deal with the pests. First they poisoned the rabbits, knowing that they eat those. That worked a bit. Next, they tried to scare them off by actively setting deadly animal traps, and taking shots as if they're pest rabbits. That was how Runningbrook died.

(If I end up moving away from gun, she will end up dying to some sort of snare. The point here though is that it's a, "Wait! They're trying to hurt us!" moment)

Around this point, the sale goes through and suddenly Windover persecution stops. NOT their problem anymore, THANK god, Windovers Exit Stage Right.

But at this point, the Clan cats are well aware that they are being actively targeted. Several cats were poisoned, injured, or outright killed. Devco begins development, first cutting through the trees near the Thunderpath, and eventually bringing in the Bulldozer

Which, Speckletail deals with! Buying them just a bit more time. Suddenly, it's calm for a bit, like they're "mourning their monster."

But THIS is actually the moment where Millie's Radio Collar begins; a cat attacking a construction worker is not something that can be ignored, it's all over the news, "CAT ATTACKS BULLDOZER, CLAIMS LABOURER."

(The Windovers got out just in time, they KNEW something like this was going to happen but now it's Devco's problem)

So this is where the Scientists come in. There's a huge clamor over this, Locals saying, "THE CATS ARE SPECIAL," others saying they need to be removed and rehomed, in any case, it's agreed that the White Hart west of the road needs to be de-catted before construction continues (though construction continues to the west, where ShadowClan is)

And this is when the "round-up" efforts come in, where there are live traps, a big white tent set up, and the cats are going to get weighed, tagged, and studied.

These guys are peaceful and DO NOT want to hurt the cats; but the Clans don't know that. To them, humans are a monolith and they're now terrified of them.

From here, the story returns to normal. A coordinated effort from the Clan cats frees the cats they've captured. Graystripe is the only one the scientists are able to hold onto, by slamming the door of the van just before he can leap out. Millie is later released with him, wearing a radio collar accurate to the tracking tech of the time.

And that brings us to the way humans interact with Clan cats now! The team tries to keep their distance to not stress them out any more, using trail cams and staying several hundred feet away while observing them.

[probablyasocialecologist]

The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change says protecting and restoring the world’s forests is critical for limiting the global temperature rise to 1.5C above pre-industrial levels, but many argue political and business leaders are focusing too much on “restoring” rather than “protecting”, and latching on to methods they hope will offset emissions rather than prevent them.

At least a third of the corporations promising to plant trees under Benioff’s 1t.org campaign are doing so to offset emissions, according to a Financial Times analysis of 73 pledge documents. The 46 planting pledges so far amount to at least 3bn new trees.

“It’s greenwashing,” says Kate Dooley, a lecturer specialising in carbon accounting at Melbourne university. “Corporations are greenwashing us when they say they will achieve net zero if that is relying on removing carbon through tree planting.”

Planting trees is more complicated than it sounds. Ecosystems must be restored to avoid biodiversity collapse, experts say, but “on the right land and in the right way”. Multiple projects so far have failed to benefit local people, others have created monoculture commercial plantations that are poor homes for wildlife, and a lack of continuing care means many saplings simply die.

Twenty-four of the 1t.org companies claim to have already planted nearly 300mn trees, some as far back as 2004, but only two projects disclose in their pledge documents how many survived.

Alexandra Heal, The illusion of a trillion trees

[stephensmithuk]

The Sign of Four: The Strange Story of Jonathan Small (Part One of Two)

I will split this in two parts as I've got a lot to cover here.

CW for discussions of nasty prison conditions.

The depth of the Thames is about 6.5 metres at low tide in Woolwich, near to the Plumstead Marshes as they were then. However, the river has strong currents and very little visibility, so it would be a risky operation even with 2024 diving technology for some rather small objects.

The rupee originally was a silver coin dating back to ancient times in India, becoming something of a standard currency during the Mughal period. The East India Company introduced paper rupees and while there was an attempt by the British to move their territory to the pound sterling, they soon gave up, minting their own rupees with the British monarch's head on. The currency was also non-decimal. India retained the currency post-independence and went decimal as well.

Mangrove trees are very common in equatorial coastline regions - they can remove salt from the water, which would kill many other trees.

Prisoners set to the Andaman Islands penal colony were forced to work nine to ten hours a day to construct the new settlement, while in chains. Cuts from poisonous plants and friction ulcers from the chains would often get infected, resulting in death.

The convict huts on Ross Island were two-storey affairs, with the bottom as a kitchen and took area, the prisoners sleeping on the upper floor. Designed this way as an anti-malaria measure, they however leaked and the prisoners themselves were constantly damp from the rainfall, offering them little protection from the mosquitoes in any event.

Ague is an obsolete term for malaria; adults experience chills and fever in cycles.

The British would conduct experiments with quinine as a malaria treatment by force-feeding it to the prisoners. This caused severe side effects.

The British would make use of locals as warders, who wore sashes and carried canes. I'd imagine they could probably be quite brutal.

Pershoe is a small town on the River Avon near Worcester. It has a railway station with an hourly service to London, taking just under two hours today.

"Chapel-going" in this context means that the people attended a non-conformist church i.e. not one part of the Church of England.

"Taking the Queen's/King's shilling" was a historical term for joining the armed forces - for the army this was officially voluntary, but sailors could be forcibly recruited, being known as "press-ganged" until 1815. You would be given the shilling upon initial enlistment or tricked into taking it via it being slipped into your opaque beer. You would return the shilling on your formal attestation and then receive a bounty which could be pretty substantial in terms of the average wage, although a good amount of that would then be spent on your uniform. Some enlisted, deserted and then reenlisted multiple times to get multiple payments. The practice officially stopped in 1879, but the slang term remains.

The 3rd Buffs refers to the latter 3rd Battalion, Buffs (East Kent Regiment), a militia battalion that existed from 1760 to 1953, although it effectively was finished in 1919. However, in reality, they did not go to India to deal with the rebellion, instead staying in Great Britain to cover for the regular regiments who did.

The British never formally adopted the Prussian "goose step" instead going for the similar, but less high-kicking, slow march.

The musket would possibly have been the muzzle-loaded Enfield P53, a mass-produced weapon developed at the Royal Small Arms Factory in Enfield. It was itself was the trigger of the Indian Rebellion in 1857 due to the grease used in the cartridges. They would also be heavily used in the American Civil War on both sides, especially the Confederate one as they smuggled a lot of them, with only the Springfield Model 1861 being more widely used. As a result, they are highly sought after by re-enactors. The British used them until 1867, when they switched to the breech-loading Snider-Enfield, many of the P53s being converted.

The crocodile would likely have been a gharial, which mainly eat fish. Hunting and loss of habitat has reduced their numbers massively, with the species considered "Critically Endangered" by the IUCN.

"Coolie" is a term today considered offensive that was used to describe low-wage Indian or Chinese labourers who were sent around the world, basically to replace emancipated slaves. Indentured labourers, basically - something the US banned (except as a riminal punishment) along with slavery in 1865. In theory they were volunteers on a contract with rights and wages, however abuses were rife. Indentured labour would finally be banned in British colonies in 1917.

Indigo is a natural dark blue dye extracted from plants of the Indigofera genus; India produced a lot of it. Today, the dye (which makes blue jeans blue) is mostly produced synthetically.

I have covered the "Indian Mutiny" as the British called it here in my post on "The Crooked Man".

The Agra Fort dates back to 1530 and at 94 acres, it was pretty huge by any standards. Today, much of it is open to tourists (foreigners pay 650 rupees, Indians 50), although there are parts that remain in use by the Indian Army and are not for public access.

"Rajah" meaning king, referred to the many local Hindu monarchs in the Indian subcontinent; there were also Maharajahs or "great kings", who the British promoted loyal rajahs to the rank of. The Muslim equivalent was Nawab. However, a variety of other terms existed. The East India Company and the Raj that succeeded them used these local rulers to rule about a half their territory and a third of the population indirectly, albeit under quite a bit of influence from colonial officials. These rulers were vassals to the British monarch; they would collect taxes and enforce justice locally, although many of the states were pretty small (a handful of towns in some cases) and so they contracted this out to the British. As long as they remained loyal, they could get away with nearly anything.

562 of these rulers were present at the time of Indian independence in 1947. Effectively abandoned by the British (Louis Mountbatten, the last Viceroy, sending out contradictory messages), nearly all of them were persuaded to accede to the new India, where the nationalists were not keen on them, with promises they could keep their autonomy if they joined, but if not, India would not help them with any rebellions. Hyderabad, the wealthiest of the states, resisted and was annexed by force. The ruler of Jammu and Kashmir joined India in exchange for support against invading Pakistani forces, resulting in a war. A ceasefire agreement was reached at the beginning of 1949, with India controlling about two-thirds of the territory; the ceasefire line, with minor adjustments after two further wars in 1965 and 1971, would become known as the Line of Control, a dotted line on the map that is the de facto border and one of the tensest disputed frontiers on the planet.

India and Pakistan initially allowed the princely rulers to retain their autonomy, but this ended in 1956. In 1971 and 1972 respectively, their remaining powers and government funding were abolished.

Many of the former rulers ended up in a much humbler position, others retained strong local influence and a lot of wealth. The Nizam of Hyderbad, Mir Osman Ali Khan was allowed to keep his personal wealth and title after the annexation in 1948 - he had been the richest man in the world during his rule and used a 184-carat diamond as a paperweight, at least until he realised its actual value. The current "pretender", Azhmet Jah, has worked as a cameraman and filmmaker in Hollywood, including with Steven Spielberg.

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[make-australia-smutty-again]

Sitting besides each other on a brown wooden park bench in our local park with coffees in hand, we sit next to each other with my arm around your shoulder as I hold you close.

We sit for a while in complete silence in each others company, listening to the breeze rustle through the leaves of the trees lined up in perfect rows of which we are in the very middle.

You notice me begin to slowly look at our surroundings, carefully surveying our quiet surroundings and then place down my empty coffee cup besides me before reaching to place my hand over yours.

"There's no one around and it's such a nice day…" I softly whisper in your ear as your lie your head on my shoulder.

You feel the warmth of my hand on the back of yours as I take your coffee from your hands placing it beside mine before slowly guiding your hand to rest against the front of my jeans.

"I need to fuck you… I can't wait… It's such a beautiful day and you… You look so beautiful today and I just have to fuck you. Right here, right now."

My hand now firmly guiding your hand to curl your fingers over my bulge which you can feel growing harder withing your hand as I guide you to stroke it gently through the material.

Flustered and with a quiet shyness, your voice breaks as you lift up your head from my shoulder and say, "What, here? Now? We've.. we've never done that before. We've always talked about it but… What if we get caught? Oh, I'm not sure."

Your voice becomes quieter as you hide your blushing cheeks into my neck as you feel my bulge begin to throb slightly within your hands as I curl my fingers around yours while continuing to rub and stroke the outline of my growing bulge beside you.

Leaning over to gently kiss your neck, you gasp gently and reach up to cover your mouth.

"Will you please give me a chance to convince you? I would never ask you to do anything that you're not comfortable with but we talk about this all the time… Sweetheart, I need to fuck you right here on this bench…" I say calmly between gently kisses against your neck as a soft moan leaves your lips.

I continue to kiss your neck softly before starting to leave a trail of kisses down your body over your breasts, down your hips before I kneel before you as you remain seated on the bench.

My hands placed on either side of your hips, I feel your body tremble as your eyes dart around, cautious of being seen and anxious as to what I have planned for you next.

My hands reaching down below your sundress and parting your thighs, I feel your body shake as you let out a soft moan in anticipation and excitement.

You can't believe what's happening, nervous at the possibility of being seen but the risk only makes it hotter. You gently lie back against the bench and look up at the sky, the silhouette of the treetops swaying gently from the almost silent breeze as you feel your anxiety lessen.

My hands part your thighs as lean under your beautiful sundress and remove your already completely soaked panties, sliding them to your ankles before. You feel my against you with my face between your thighs as you feel my tongue begin to softly caress you, tracing small circles against your clit between long deep strokes of my tongue inside you.

Your fingers running through my hair, gripping a handful and holding my face further between your thighs. My hands placed on your hips, holding you firmly in place as you grind your pussy against my beard.

You let out a loud breathless moan, your hands a second too late to muffle your pretty moan which echoes through the silence of our surrounds. Your cheeks grow red with embarrassment, your eyes dashing around for any unexpected spectators as you try to push my face away prompting me to pull your hips closer.

I emerge from under your sundress to rise up and meet your gaze, kissing you tenderly as you taste yourself from my lips.

"Are you okay, baby? I promise no one will see us and if they do, let them watch. Let them see how beautiful you are as you ride my cock right here on this bench. I know you want this too, don't you?

It's such a beautiful day and you're so beautiful, it would be such a shame to lose this opportunity… and I really need to fuck you, you need to fuck me too, don't you baby?"

My hands holding your face to maintain contact with me as you blush more before nodding shyly.

"I need to fuck you too. I've been thinking about this for such a long time but it's just that… What if we get caught?" You say in a soft nervous whisper.

"Let them watch, they can see how lucky I am, baby." I tell you warmly before kissing your lips again.

Now seated beside you, you feel weightless for a split second as you feel my grasp on either side of your hips lift you up before placing you on my lap.

I feel your body shake and shiver against mine as we breathe deeply with excitement against each other.

Reaching down I pull my hard cock from your pants as you feel the length of it beneath you, your sundress obscuring any vision of our actions to any potential passersby.

You feel my warm deep breath against your ear as I lean in to kiss your neck as I grind my cock against your wet pussy, sliding the tip inside you slowly. I feel your hips begin to rock slightly, sliding more of me inside you before I steady you with my firm grip to keep you still.

A gentle moan from both of us in unison echoes through the park around us as I begin to thrust my hips against you while you gently and slowly rock your hips, guided by my hands.

"I want you to bounce on it for me, baby? Can you do that for me? I want you to be as loud as you want. I want you to make a mess all over my cock. Will you be good and do what I ask you, please?

I softly moan as I begin to thrust just slightly deeper inside you.

Now completely unaware of your surroundings without a care, your eyes roll back as another moan fills the silence as you admire the beautiful day surrounding you.

Your hips roll back and forth faster as I push the length of my thick cock deeper inside you with each thrust. Your hips rolling back and forth faster and faster as you begin to bounce gently up and down on my lap.

"Fuck me. I need you to fuck me… You were right… We needed to fuck… Fuck me, fuck all your cum into me. I need it, please… Please, daddy" You whine and moan loudly, feeling me throb deep inside you and your wet pussy

Hearing your pretty moans only makes me fuck you harder, my hands lifting your hips up to help bounce you on the length of my cock as I feel your body melt onto my lap, pulling you closer to kiss you on the forehead.

Holding you still while I thrust gently as deep as I can inside you, you feel a calmness and realise that any anxiety of being seen or caught is gone. You feel my firm tough, grasping your body and holding you as tight and closer as I possibly can.

You feel the warmth of my breath as I rest my face into you neck between leaving a trail of gentle kisses along your jawline.

You feel your wetness dripping down your thighs, making a mess of your sundress and my pulled down jeans below you.

My hands tighten their grip on either side of your hips as I slide out, rubbing my cock against you a few times gently before slapping it against your sensitive soaked pussy before sliding back inside firmly.

Holding your body as humanly close against mine, I rhythmically begin to thrust long, slow gentle strokes deep as you feel me begin to throb and move inside you.

"Fuck, I told you I needed to fuck you… I really meant it… I couldn't wait. I had to fuck you right here, right now…" I grunt and moan between deep breaths.

My hips press up against you and then with one final push even deeper, you feel me begin to fill you up.

You feel the warmth of my cum begin to fill you with every deep, gentle thrust as I continue to fuck it inside you.

You feel a stream of my warm sticky cum and your wetness start to trickle down your thighs, making a mess like you never have before.

Rolling your head back to once again look at the sky and admire the beautiful day around you, you let out one huge moan that fills the entire park surrounding us.

I feel you begin to tighten around the base of my cock as your entire body tenses and suddenly release as a quiet whimper leaves your lips. Your body shivering and limp as you melt down into the mess you've just made into my lap.

We sit there in silence with you in my lap, my cock still firmly deep inside you and my cum trickling down the insides of your things.

Through deep breaths, we moan gently against each other, looking up into the sky at the trees around us and no longer worried about any passers by or spectators, completely content with each other.

[treeserviceprofessionals]

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Trees and other vegetation around your place might have held your heart tightly. But as a responsible homeowner with a beautiful garden surrounding the house, you need to pay attention to the maintenance of the garden space, especially trees. Time-to-time trimming is essential for so many reasons. For this, you should always call local tree trimmers. Reasons to Do So: Reason-1: Expertise in Tree Trimming: Tree trimming is not as easy a task as it seems. It doesn't only emphasize cutting the edges of branches. Rather, it is a task that requires an understanding of every vegetation and how a tree would react to the process. Tree trimming is a bit complex task. Therefore, instead of trying it out yourself, you should call local tree trimmers. Only these local tree trimmers know what needs to be done. Reason-2: Tree Growth: One of the biggest reasons to call local tree trimmers is to trim the edges properly. Tree trimming is essential to ensure proper growth of the trees. The experts from the best tree trimming companies know what to do in a situation such that the tree grows healthily. Local tree trimmers have been doing it for years. They know about the appropriate length of the tree branch to be trimmed in order to ensure the healthy growth of the tree. Reason-3: Safe Trimming: Sometimes, local tree trimmers get rid of heavy, infected, and leaning branches while tree trimming as well. When a part of the tree becomes a threat to human life, property, assets, others, etc., local tree trimmers suggest getting rid of it. So, when they remove those branches, there are some safety concerns. But local tree trimmers very well know about taking care of those safety issues. They safely trim and remove the branches so that it doesn't cause any damage to anyone or anything. About AKA Tree Service: Whenever you need tree trimming and removal services, make sure to contact the best. AKA Tree Service is a good available option for you. This tree company provides almost all the services related to trees. You can trust the experts from AKA Tree Service for tree removal, maintenance, trimming, and so on. Check out more at https://www.akatreeservice.com/ Original source: https://bit.ly/3LLTI4F

[duchessofostergotlands]

Weird question for you, non-royal. How do you feel about people (and I'm assuming its mainly us American people) planting a tree/buying a plot of land to be "given"a title? I'm on Scotland travel group and a few people said locals HATE that. I can see irritation if one expects people to call them by the title but in my view, it's just charitable giving vs harmful. But I'm American and our tendency to "pay more for better" may have made me jaded.

It's a great question :) If someone buys it as a gift for a friend and they laugh to themselves and move on with their lives, I can't stop them. If they bump into a Scottish person and announce to them that they have a "Scottish title" that's an issue. There's a few things:

What you are purchasing is the right to use their trademark. So it's like if I trademarked Lady of Jessicatown I could charge people to be able to use that. That's it. 1) You're not buying a title; partly because this company has no authority to hand out titles that actually mean anything but also because even if they were giving you the right to style yourself as Laird or Lady or whatever, that's not actually a title. Laird is basically a descriptor that shows you own land. If you've ever watched a period drama and heard an English character being referred to as a squire, that's what Laird means. It's as much a title as Mr or Mrs. and 2) you also aren't actually buying the land. They can't sell the same plot of land to multiple people, but it can't be legally registered so you don't own it. I'm sure you can imagine if I waltzed over to the US and said I'm not from the US but I bought a title and some land in your country when in reality you knew that was bollocks, it would annoy you!

Being "charitable" doesn't make something good. I personally cannot point to any discernible benefit these companies have provided. I also think if you really want to support the Scottish environment, just give to charity. If you step back and think about it it's someone looking at another country and only giving money to a community project so they could get what they believe to be land and a title in exchange, in a deal brokered by someone who isn't from the country either (the two biggest companies were set up by people from England and Hong Kong). That is absurd!! So that's why I don't buy when people claim it's for charitable reasons. It's because they want what they think is a title, and the charity part makes it feel ethical. If it was about charity they'd do some basic research and find out within a few minutes these companies don't really provide much benefit and are not respected by environmental organisations or local communities. Which should be enough.

There is a very painful history around land in the Highlands, where most of these companies have land. I won't go into too much detail but from the mid 18th to the mid 19th century there was a period we refer to as the Highland Clearances. Due to a combination of factors - the agricultural revolution and the desire to wipe out Highland culture - landowners set about forcibly removing the local farming communities who'd worked on their land for generations. People had their homes burned to the ground by wealthy landowners, tens of thousands of people were forced from their communities, and lots of people died because they had no food or shelter. This is still an issue today in some ways as Scotland has a real problem with private land ownership. About half of Scottish land is owned by around 400 people. Many of them are absentee landlords - they own huge plots of land but only come up to go hunting a few times a year. They also often don't protect the farmers who rent their lands, just like they didn't in the Highland Clearances. A lot of them do real damage to the community: demolishing homes, cutting the land their tenants have for farming, poor environmental policies. And these "title" companies have to come in and buy huge swathes of land in order to be able to pretend to sell you some of that land. So because of historical and present day issues, there is an innate cultural sensitivity around land ownership in the Highlands which these souvenir plots tap into.