Xerxes

In the opera Xerxes sings of his (though usually sung by a lady) love for a plane tree, and they are sensational trees, with gorgeous bark constantly changing revealing amazing splashes of different tones. I can understand Xerxes love for the tree but what he didn't mention were the millions of tiny white flies that now infest the autumn leaves and you just need to walk a few feet away and you are covered....as indeed I was. And indeed was my puppet in the studio subsequently. Not nice. But yes another tree trunk from me. I love it when they go all abstract!