I can't get enough

Today was about checking ewes. The ewes were lovely. I checked them.

And then I went for a leetle trot. It began on a footpath and ended up off piste.

Something in the air called me.

This led me to a little patch of wooded valley... where there were some very special fellows.

These shapes just blew me away.

It made me so happy so see the trees' magnificence.

Maybe I wasn't quite as fulfilled as these guys.

Yep, snail porn.

But I felt less of a wreck than this.

I read an interesting book last year, Alan Weisman's The World Without Us. Weisman, to quote the blurb on this YouTube talk given by the author, traveled the world to investigate what happens when humans stop occupying an area. How long do our artifacts last? How does nature recover? What does that say about the human impact on the world? What would be the actual sequence of events if all of humanity suddenly disappeared? The exercise provides inspiration and techniques for humans to occupy Earth more lightly and therefore more durably.

Anyway, this reminded me of the book. I can't recall how long cars last. Not as long as the tyres. Or the CO2.

Trees clearly become habitat at once!

There is nothing like meeting new trees. I can't get enough of it. And there I so many I must revisit - as I revisited Ancient Oak, Young Oak and Poplar in the copse just the other day. (The bamboo from my mandalas is still there with each of them... not in star shapes... I left nuts.)

I must return to the Guardian Oak and dig out that pot for Dad under the Bankside Oak nearby.

I must return to the little local park to properly ID those trees.

I must visit the Elm at the Reserve when it's in leaf.

And I must rescue the sprouting conker from the Compound at the Reserve.