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”
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.
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.
Thanks for sharing Laura
still present, so thank you, David
Beautiful tribute, my dear Laura…
many thanks Marina – the Hardy poem I’ve known for years and found a fitting tribute here
This is a lovely tribute
thank you – he would appreciate it too
Beautiful…I am a tree hugger and a tree talker. we have an understanding!
we do Donna –
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