Fresh, wild chestnuts gathered in the forest at Fontainebleau, ready for roasting. Continue reading “Forest Harvest”
Dappled, late afternoon sunshine highlights the layered bark of a plane tree.
‘There’s a tree that grows in Brooklyn. Some people call it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed falls, it makes a tree which struggles to reach the sky. It grows in boarded up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps. It grows up out of cellar gratings. It is the only tree that grows out of cement. It grows lushly…survives without sun, water, and seemingly earth. It would be considered beautiful except that there are too many of it.’
Betty Smith, 1943
from ‘A Tree Grows in Brooklyn’
‘The right response to trees is simply to lie back and enjoy them. They do exactly what the myth-makers have been telling us these past few thousand years. They are indeed compounded .. of air, water, earth and fire. They build themselves from carbon, which they get almost entirely from the air as CO2 and from minerals which they drag from the earth. They need water, of course, because nothing lives without it; and they are powered by the Sun, which is a very peculiar kind of fire, but is fiery nonetheless. They do bind the earth to the sky, as the Vikings said.’
Colin Tudge, 2010
in ‘Nature Tales’