Alder wood

A day off and mostly spent on domestic stuff, defrosting the freezer and then reducing the weird box hedgy things in the garden by about two thirds. I found it absolutely knackering. They’re not really my thing but I inherited them when I moved in. I struggle to take them seriously and they always make me think of this …. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIV4poUZAQo

Then a short walk on my way to get some shopping through this lovely bit of ancient woodland before it got dark in a brisk cold wind. Every tree here has such character and stories to tell.


About Angels And About Trees - Mary Oliver

Where do angels
fly in the firmament,
and how many can dance
on the head of a pin?

Well, I don’t care
about that pin dance,
what I know is that
they rest, sometimes,
in the tops of the trees

and you can see them,
or almost see them,
or, anyway, think: what a
wonderful idea.

I have lost as you and
others have possibly lost a
beloved one,
and wonder, where are they now?

The trees, anyway, are
miraculous, full of
angels (ideas); even
empty they are a
good place to look, to put
the heart at rest—all those
leaves breathing the air, so

peaceful and diligent, and certainly
ready to be
the resting place of
strange, winged creatures
that we, in this world, have loved.