In memory of a tree hugger

Published on by Laura Bloomsbury

It was Martin who gave me a deep down appreciation of trees and without being the least bit fey, he liked to encircle the trunks with his arms, as I do now with these Hornbeams

"...And there was no sound but the fall of a leaf   
As a sad response; and to keep down grief 
I would not turn my head to discover 
That there was nothing in my belief. 

Yet I wanted to look and see 
That nobody stood at the back of me; 
But I thought once more: ‘Nay, I’ll not unvision   
A shape which, somehow, there may be.’"

Thomas Hardy - The shadow on the stone   
To Martin  21.2.1938 for Monochrome Monday

11 thoughts on “In memory of a tree hugger”

  1. Personally I am not a tree hugger, but I do believe that trees have personalities and there is nothing nicer than walking through a broadleaf woodland. A lovely memory of your Martin.

    1. some trees seems to ask for a hug – I especially like Hornbeams and was pleased to find this local grove of them. Martin is there too in spirit.

  5. Beautiful…I am a tree hugger and a tree talker. we have an understanding!

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