Tree failure

There will be a telephone helpline available after this blip for any hurt caused to trees by the inappropriate use of the human language …

Instead, I hope all trees will take heart from a more poetic appreciation of their wonder … 

When I Am Among The Trees- Mary Oliver

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”


After making a brick (aka a wholemeal loaf) and the major cardiovascular workout that seems to be involved in changing and washing the bedding, I went for an astonishingly wet walk and then retreated back inside.