I think that I shall never see...
... a poem lovely as a tree. (Joyce Kilmer (1886 - 1918), "Trees" (poem), 1914)
Zoomed along those lovely little lanes again, the autumnal light slicing through the arched across the road trees to Winkworth Arboretum.
Spent a wonderful three hours there wondering through the woods, up & down hills and meadow, craning the neck looking a the light through amazingly coloured leaves, held with the strength of the tree's limbs... skeleton like in the shadow.
From lemon yellow to firey red, these names inadequate to describe the resulting effect. Even the greens from the darkest green holly to the limed oak leaves were a delight to the eyes.
From full sunlight to the dark of the woodland floor, the smell of fresh air to a slowly decomposing 100 plus year old leaf layer... a total senses experience!
Trees, ya just want to hug them!
Zoomed along those lovely little lanes again, the autumnal light slicing through the arched across the road trees to Winkworth Arboretum.
Spent a wonderful three hours there wondering through the woods, up & down hills and meadow, craning the neck looking a the light through amazingly coloured leaves, held with the strength of the tree's limbs... skeleton like in the shadow.
From lemon yellow to firey red, these names inadequate to describe the resulting effect. Even the greens from the darkest green holly to the limed oak leaves were a delight to the eyes.
From full sunlight to the dark of the woodland floor, the smell of fresh air to a slowly decomposing 100 plus year old leaf layer... a total senses experience!
Trees, ya just want to hug them!
posted by Tresi at 9:34 pm
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