“The massive cedar that made a black blur to his left.” (March 1, 1814)


I couldn't find my picture of a cedar, but Mum came to the rescue!

Trees. Mature trees. I know people who hug trees; I’ve seen Japanese ladies talk to ancient trees, gently drawing their hands along the trunk to massage some of the tree’s strength into their own fragile bodies. A friend gave me Peter Wohlleben's The Hidden Life of Trees for Christmas, and I keep going back to it. Talking about trees . . .

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