Maybe-hare day

It might have been a squirrel. I did see the handsome muntjac buck who lives at Christies' Copse. He walked to withing about 15 feet of me then thought better of it and slinked away.

One of my Sentinel trees, an ash with dieback, dropped a bit of a branch. It was hollow and must have been a nice home when still on the tree.

I sat with Chronos having noticed that both the Happy Oak and Minerva have outstretched low branches resting on hawthorns. The former is interesting as this branch is strange - coming out of the trunk low down but well after the trunk had forked. It would have been angled slightly up but was excessively long and slim. Unsurprisingly, it broke, but the farther end fell into the fork of the hawthorn and so the branch never sheared off and it is still alive, as the lower part remained attached. Minerva also has some almost horizontal low branches.

The trees said, "Outward is about precarity and privilege." They only grow out where there is space, that's a privilege, but given the physics, these branches can be less stable. Interesting.

I went and sat with Chronos and was asking about why the trees can't tell me what to do with my life - I'd been to a gathering of plant communicators and they suggested this. Chronos pointed me to the outward precarity and privilege, suggesting I needing to grow up and root down more. I understood from this that in writing about the trees in papers for which I do not get paid, I am going deeper and growing up. That, Chronos seemed to be suggesting, is what I am "meant to do" for the time being. Not try to "teach".