“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.” — Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, he rules to the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest are childishly simple: Each entry must consist of a single sentence but you may submit as many entries as you wish.
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If there is no sign of life then lift the tree and look at the roots they will be dark brown and there is unlikely to be any white or light brown 'healthy' root.
A simple investigation should give some clues to the demise of your tree.
Make a small 'nick' in the bark at the base of the tree and if there are signs of healthy white wood and greening on the inside layer of the bark it could be that the roots are still alive.
Of course, all good murderers need accomplices, and that's where Linda and Glen come in.
Linda is Jill’s assistant at her salon, and is always at Jill’s beck-and-call – largely because Linda’s terrified of her.
It seems in general that the trees need to have -12 to -15 degrees centigrade for fairly long periods to actually kill them (as seen in central Europe in the winter of 2010/11).