Hiya pals

7 Mar 2021
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I met some new trees today. We have definitely met previously, but I hadn’t thought to smile hello before. Both are in public places, one is in somebody’s garden. 

 

My first new pal is crooked and bent over like a person struggling with a hod of bricks. I’ve love to know to the story into the zig-zag, three directions he decided to grow in, why and how it happened. After the changes of direction, he has branched out everywhere which now look like celebratory arms of an octopus with fingers. 

 

My second new pal is demanding. And yet I can see, and I fully support, why. He takes up the entire width of the pavement. There is but a tiny, and craggy, space to manoeuvre on each side of him. He has split the tarmac all around him, and I fear that one day, somebody will deem it best interest to pluck him out.  I fear somebody will order that calm is restored to walking (you certainly couldn’t pass with wheelchair or buggy without traversing a parked car and walking on the road) and yet he was probably there first judging by his age. As much as I have struggled with a double buggy plus toddler… long may he reign supreme. 

 

These new pals helped me get through today. The sludge is far from over and these water-sucking, wind-breaking, oxygen-giving, wildlife-comforting saviours were there for me today.

Thanks pals. 

 

Love from

The room above the garage

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Nicco

March 7, 2021, 5:43 a.m.

I'm so glad the trees are there for you, ratg, & that you found solace in them. Trees have often been my solace, too. I used to know a large tree with a huge gaping wound where a limb had come off & from which it oozed sap. Yet it still stood so proud & strong, withstanding all the elements threw at it every day. It gave me courage. I hate it when i hear a chain saw nearby - i have been witness to a few fellings in my time, all of which i have found upsetting, but none more so than when my beloved ones that were my saviours when i was growing up were felled to make way for a new estate - i must've been 10 or 11 yrs old at the time - they were at the bottom of our garden & i would spend hours sitting up high in them with a book, hiding away from the hellish goings on in the family. Even now, age 61, i am much calmer when in their company &, when life deals difficulties or the depression gets unbearable, its to the trees i go - no need for explanations with them, they know, & i feel held & loved by them, a special affinity with them. I could not live anywhere where i couldn't see at least one tree from my sitting room & bedroom. They are so comforting. Thanks for your blog, ratg. Long may your lovely trees reign, be there for you, & bring you comfort.

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Bearofliddlebrain

March 7, 2021, 7:21 a.m.

Beautiful reply Nicco - what a sad time you must have had, seeing the beloved trees being felled. Bear hugs x x x

Little Lighthouse

March 7, 2021, 7:44 a.m.

Wondered where you'd been B.Glad your back xxxxxx ll +b

the room above the garage

March 7, 2021, 9:09 a.m.

Oh Nicco, to have lost trees you spent a childhood in must have been a very sad day indeed. Your beautiful descriptions of how a tree cares for us...it’s exactly that. They know. Thank you. Good to see you, love ratg x

Nicco

March 8, 2021, 12:27 a.m.

Thanks Bear, Lighthouse, & ratg. I don't go away - always read the blog, but get behind with leaving a comment sometimes, esp when my brain's in overload/overwhelm mode!

Anon

March 8, 2021, 4:03 a.m.

Oh Nicco, this touched me so much

Sally

March 7, 2021, 7:21 a.m.

I love both but I could live without flowers but not without trees I think. They are definitely oxygen- giving, Room! Both much maligned and much appreciated . I am glad those two gave you some comfort today. Back where I came from, an old tree attracted wood pigeons and over the 50 years we stayed in that house, my parents’, th

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Sally

March 7, 2021, 7:23 a.m.

...they cooed in the morning. So evocative. Comforting old tree. I hope it’s still there. I think it be.

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the room above the garage

March 7, 2021, 9:10 a.m.

I hope it is too. They’re like grandparents, caring, watching, nodding...

Kristin

March 7, 2021, 7:31 a.m.

I am also a "tree hugger" - feel so much calm from marvelling at the amazing beauty of trees as the seasons pass. One of the highlights of my 2020 (and lets face it there weren't many living through a pandemic) but in September when the restrictions were eased probably the most they ever did in the year, my husband and I had a wonderful day with our youngest child - our daughter had bought a plot of about an acre and a half of beech woodland in the south Oxfordshire countryside - it was my first visit and did not disappoint - it was a beautiful sunny day and it was so wonderful to sit in a comfy camping chair and gaze up through the green leafy canopy, to stroll through the woodland and explore the natural wonders of this tranquil place. We are planning a camping trip when we can properly meet and hug other family members - including our three grown up children, two little grandsons and my sister, her husband and their three young triplet daughters and teenage son. So looking forward to this - being with loved ones in a beautiful private outdoor place.

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the room above the garage

March 7, 2021, 9:12 a.m.

Sounds magical! Camping trip with gentle lighting, warm drinks and chatter, I’m envious! I hope you get there soon, love ratg x

Kristin

March 8, 2021, 6:35 a.m.

Thank you Room - planning for the end of July so quite hopeful and your further enhancement of my vision makes me even more hungry for this experience - "gentle lighting, warm drinks (or alcoholic beverages - a glass of wine perhaps) and chatter", definitely!

Little Lighthouse

March 7, 2021, 7:41 a.m.

How proud and loud you speak of trees. To some its madness too me their real. Real as a person without lips who speak., so shake their branches in the hope we'll here them talk. Saying we're here! come rest by me! another day older and silently witnessing so much and hopefully a little wiser and can give so much? . A place to hear the dawn chorus! or rest up in my arms! Just lean back and see the sky or feel the ground beneath your feet or sense or see the running rivers as you take some time to stop and look and listen or just feel me beneath your skin. Sparsly or thickly grow, matured or dying young. Reflect by us when grieving for your lost one's or when emotional happiness just being shared is called eccentric! or just plane embarrassing! . A tree never judges and is always their to be found! Stoickly standing as you take another step,. Is it sadness you want to share with me right now? The trees are my friends who'll be standing as long as they can or until they fall. How to be the one and only perfect friend? Wish I were a tree! My friends both short and long term are neither judgy or forgetful, I'm learning to grow so much by being within their bow. I feel their roots tingling under ground alighting the very flame within them brightening my every move? I love trees and trees love me. Little lighthouse Over and out.xxxxxx With little Bob who never made it out alive. Are you sad Bob? No I'm recognised and real.! Lets find a tree who'll truelly understands and lets us be free. 7 March 2021.

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the room above the garage

March 7, 2021, 9:13 a.m.

“we’re here, come rest by me”...just exactly what they say :-)

Kristin

March 8, 2021, 6:38 a.m.

I love this "Ode to trees" you have written Little Lighthouse - I'm with you!

Bearofliddlebrain

March 7, 2021, 8:16 a.m.

Beautiful dear Ratg, Growing up, I loved the enormous pines that stood in next door’s front garden and grew so tall and spread out over ours - my mother was not so keen as the crows would make such a racket every morning....and she hated the needles in her garden! I have lovely memories of playing hide and seek around a smaller tree in our garden and was upset going ‘home’ one year, to find it had been cut down 80( I have favourite trees on our walks - the redwoods in a nearby wood, a gnarled tree - similar to your dear friends and I wonder at his story and how he wound up as he is. ...then there’s the Wol in the tree - he’s been carved into a living tree and sits there, quite proud, as children are lifted up, high on the shoulders of parents. I bid him a "Good day to you sir" every time I pass. They are life - they give life, they make life good. Thank you dear Ratg, Love and Bear hugs x x x

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the room above the garage

March 7, 2021, 9:19 a.m.

Hello Bear :-) they’re like the oldest friends, always there, reliable, watching over. They have a presence of their own, is it their size which tells us they are wise? Or maybe that they’ve weathered everything we have and more, and mstill stand. I have no idea, but they’re just fantastic. What is Wol? A face carving? I can imagine the surprise of the children!! Love ratg xx

Dragonfly

March 7, 2021, 4:33 p.m.

Dear ratg, I think Wol is the (mis) spelling of Owl in Winnie the Pooh. Thank you for another lovely tree tale x

Bearofliddlebrain

March 8, 2021, 1:20 p.m.

Rainbow is right - Wol is the Owl in Winnie the Pooh...a ve ve good bear ;) xx

AndrewH

March 7, 2021, 9:36 a.m.

Hi RATG I agree with you that trees are so important in so many ways. I have previously share my pride in my small part in the replanting as a National Trust Volunteer after the 1987 hurricane. I like your description of your second pal. When I go for my daily walk my route takes me on the main road past a line of old houses, one built in 1452. These are the remains of the village that was here before the London suburbs expanded and swallowed it up. On the corner at the end of the houses is a very old tree. The pavement was built going either side of it and there is a kink in the side road as a result, so it must have already been well established when the side road was created in the early 1930s. I like the fact that it's one bit of nature that survived the developers. Andrew

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the room above the garage

March 7, 2021, 10:10 a.m.

Hello Andrew, I like that too, pavement pals these trees are. I love a walk like that, where you can slip back in time just a little and try it on for size. Thank you for being a tree planter back in 1987. Your gift will keep on for thousands. I’ll think of you on my walk today. Love ratg x

The Gardener

March 7, 2021, 1:41 p.m.

Surprised and pleased the tree has survived. I thought that anything that could impede progress, and cause somebody to trip, would automatically get the 'chop' in case the council got sued.

Jul

March 7, 2021, 6:47 p.m.

Andrew. Where I walk each day from our new house, I come across a tree root which has pushed the pavement up. It's covered by ugly council barriers to stop people falling into the hole. The pavement has ridges where the root has pushed upwards. Next time I walk there I must look to see where the tree is. Jul xx

Valerie

March 7, 2021, 10:52 a.m.

There is a lovely video,Paul Robeson singing "Trees" with some beautiful photographs to watch as well.Do Google it.x

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Jul

March 7, 2021, 6:45 p.m.

My mother used to love Paul Robeson. I remember her playing his records. I'll google it. His voice is magical. Jul xx

Sue

March 7, 2021, 12:12 p.m.

Growing up my parents had a cherry tree in the garden,beautiful and tall. About 8 feet up was a 'seat' where it had been pruned and reached out in three directions. I used to love sitting up there listening to the birds and doing nothing in particular. I'm too old to climb them but we have a selection of trees now including a row which must be 40' tall along the end of our garden, giving privacy and gentle swishing in the breeze.

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The Gardener

March 7, 2021, 12:15 p.m.

My mother lies under a superb 150 year old oak tree in the churchyard of the church where we were married. Wasted on her, nature lover she was not. We would often drive on a road cut through a big estate - fabulous beech trees, met overhead, dappled sun through that vivid green. Mummy 'THEY ought to cut those trees'. No use answering back. The grass opposite her wardened flat had daisies 'Time that grass was cut, THEY ought to be told'. Nature needed manicuring. I am 'Pineing' (excuse pun) for my lost trees. ALL trees cut down in public garden. Do you think my mother is behind the vandalism? Thanks Room xx

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The Gardener

March 7, 2021, 12:45 p.m.

Years ago Mr G and I did a presentation on 'Flowers round the world'. We had a section on trees. 200 year old maples, with that python patterned bark. Eucalyptus in Australia. Banyans India. Flame trees, Judas trees Indonesia. Royal palms, Carribean. Stark poplars lining a long, straight snowy road in Northern France (used as a blog illustration). The Corsican umbrella Pine. Dining under horse chestnuts in a Toulouse-Lautrec town in France. Oh for a Kir under a beautiful tree in a sunny square in Southern France. A nos moutons.

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Kristin

March 8, 2021, 6:44 a.m.

Kir Royale is my favourite cocktail! That is a lovely vision - sipping it under a beautiful tree!

Orangeblossom

March 7, 2021, 5:48 p.m.

Hi RATG, thanks for your lovely blog about trees. Two you especially appreciated. I love walking through the Lampeter campus which is full of trees. They uplift & refresh me. I have adopted a baby oak on the way to and from the centre of town. It growing slowly but none the less sturdily.

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Patty

March 7, 2021, 6:05 p.m.

I love flowering trees and have planted 3 kinds of flowering Dogwoods, plum, a couple flowering cherries and a couple crab apples. They all bloom at different times and have varied colors of blossoms and leaves. I always can't wait for them to bloom in Spring and love watching them grow talker every year. The plum should be starting to bloom any time. I just love them. Also, when I was a kid, there was a huge maple in the middle of a huge field my parents had. I loved seeing it standing there all by itself and would go climb up in it and just sit there. What a wonderful subject. Thanks RATG for your blog to remind us all of how wonderful trees are.

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Kristin

March 8, 2021, 6:46 a.m.

Love the blossoms of the fruit trees in spring

Jul

March 7, 2021, 6:48 p.m.

I love your blog ratg. I've been thinking of trees a lot today. Thank you. Jul xx

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Mary Wednesday

March 7, 2021, 9:11 p.m.

Loving your tree stories. I can really see them, you describe them so well.

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