|Birch in late October|
|Birch in November floating in layers of gold lace|
'I whispered to the birch...
My breath crept up into a world of shudderings.
Was she veiled?
Herself her own fountain
She pretended to be absent from it, or to be becoming air
Filtering herself from her fingertips,
Till her bole paled, like a reflection on water,
And I felt the touch of my own ghostliness...'
- From 'Trees' by Ted Hughes
The Oaks too I love.
Our woods are full of tall ancient oak trees - mossy-coat giants breathing to their own deep slow rhythm.
And because I never got around to posting these next ones at the time, here's the woods back in September and some of our adventures in them...
Just had to show you these huge skies.....