Plantaholic POST:

Look  up into the hoary upper reaches of Platanus orientalis var. insularis.  A doughty specimen from Crete.  Tall as a house in Edinburgh Botanic Gardens.

The very lonely Christmas tree

A Saturday stroll took us past St Pauls Cathedral and  the tent village.  It is looking permanent and not too uncomfortable.  Free books and beanbags to sit on beckoned.  An upright piano on a pallet and under awning suggested dancing and carousing later.  The plane tree in the middle was celebrating with banners, baby bootees…

This tree is so dead it is alive

The blasted trunk, hit by lightening, stands it’s ground in  the middle of a footpath. As a stately thing, the tree rules over young sweet chestnuts.  Though  dead as a dodo and sloughing away its lignified dead cells bit by by, it provides the ultimate wildlife habitat.  A sculpture too, to be coveted  for a…

I’m thinking about trees this month

This morning the shipping news, poetic as ever, sailed us into the wicked stripping winds of winter.  I wasn’t encouraged to leap out of bed; lay thinking of trees taking a pounding.   Beside me a copy of “Woodlands” by Oliver Rackham: an unputdownable piece of non fiction.  As the wind denudes, my blog this…