In Praise of Trees

As I write this, the leaves have fallen from the trees and their branches stand black against the sky. There was a time when I hated this wintry sight but now I
am stopped in my tracks by the beauty of this skeletal calligraphy. I am just as moved by the soft greens and browns on the clumps of winter oaks that skirt the South Downs. And since I already loved the tender green of spring as the buds started to unfurl, the magnificence of mature summer trees, and of course the rich reds and golds of autumn, the circle of the tree year is now complete for me

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