“…They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay…”
Sunday Sayings: This extract from Robert Frost’s “The Sounds of trees” epitomises for me a ‘stand’ of trees as in this homogenous group of native Hornbeams (Carpinus betulus) which I visit often like old friends, expecting them to always be at home.
PoetryPix 