Thursday, 10 November 2011
"The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
A majestic old beech tree in Hirst Woods glows softly in the afternoon sunshine... I love these woods in the spring, when the green leaves are fresh and hazy and there are swathes of bluebells, but I love it too in the autumn. The sunlight slants gold through the canopy and underfoot the dry leaves and beech mast crunch with every step. It thrills me to live within a fifteen minute walk of this patch of ancient woodland, so familiar and yet always new. I can lose myself walking there, lose my petty preoccupations and concerns. The power of trees to soothe and uplift is awesome. Just like being hugged!