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Tag Archives: tree
I woke up with thoughts of trees this morning and feeling a little melancholy. We see trees and take them for granted, that they will always be there for us to look at and enjoy. As a child, I was … Continue reading
OK, it’s July, but the tree is up, and Santa is waiting in the wings…….. aka hanging from the doorknocker. You thought we were joking, didn’t you. Now depending on behaviour will determine which side is facing out:
Or should I say began a little over a month ago. At least the boring irritating repetitive traditional popular songs haven’t been loaded into the continuous players yet, but it will come, oh yeah, it will come. Everywhere is tinsel, streamers, candles, … Continue reading
It was a positively glorious morning first thing! So much so that I (almost) leapt out of bed, got washed and dressed, then took the dog out for an hour before breakfast. The pontoon was a white carpet of frost … Continue reading
They say a mirror of above is below, Branches reaching high, Not touching the sky, With roots buried deep. A secret network Of Life old and new Only half of it seen, Half hidden from view. Stretching out, reaching down … Continue reading
2 days ago yesterday and today the lawn is sprinkled with pink confetti.
Is this one tree or many? This silver birch is on our bottom route and consists of half a dozen or so entwined trunks. It stands on its own little island of mossy grass where four pathways meet.
Both torso and headless, Tangled limbs, arms and legs, Reaching, touching, stretching Out into the void From the bowels of the woodland – Unseen, undiscovered, unspoilt.