The scots pine with which I’ve been foolish enough to identify myself has survived the latest threat to it. According to the council officer’s inspection report, its felling ‘would represent a signif… more →
A wild slim alienwrote 1 year ago: The scots pine with which I’ve been foolish enough to identify myself has survived the latest threat … more →
wrote 1 year ago: The trees along the wayside begin to stretch out now. And they are closer to me; perhaps they are l … more →
wrote 1 year ago: It was the year before the Christmas I spent at a friend’s, away from what for a time was a non-exis … more →
wrote 1 year ago: The end of a close, a cul-de-sac. A dead end in a dead end town. I wanted to be with her but I did … more →
wrote 1 year ago: The house was in Redland, at the junction of Ravenswood Road and Woodstock Avenue. It was built sol … more →
wrote 1 year ago: ‘From the wet grass beneath the largest tree, on a misty, drizzling day, you help collect the hardy … more →
wrote 1 year ago: London! The way you hate me is better than love and I’m head over heels London! The way you wanna ge … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Three closed stands of trunks, each high-crowned with a spread of fresh green heart-shaped leaves fr … more →
wrote 1 year ago: The house in which I did most of my growing was a rented cottage whose garden backed onto the arable … more →
wrote 1 year ago: There are no oaks or horse chestnuts in this dendrochronological listing of biographical trees but l … more →
wrote 1 year ago: For a time following the rupture in our young lives we lived in a thatched house named Yew Cottage, … more →
wrote 1 year ago: If I mapped the course of my life through the trees which had stood along the wayside, how would it … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Obligatory Alliance resto druid post. … more →
wrote 3 years ago: I am a tree As I am still, moving in the wind, I replenish from my roots buried deep underneath my p … more →