It was a lovely morning, for 1 January. The sun made a valiant effort to warm our faces, or at least blind us as we turned up Bean Lane, and we parked our new, Green (and green) Mini in the usual layby.
I wondered, though, how trees could be said to ‘fail’. Do they have end-of-year reviews with 360 feedback from other forest denizens?
Birch: “I find Oak to be a solid companion. He should stop being so stiff and start holding onto his leaves a little longer.”
Robin: “Oak has a lot to learn from Birch. I know he’s only been here for fifty years, but he could try being more welcoming to newbies like my family and me.”
This is the place, while lovely, that displays the Parish’s nannying fussbucketry not only with warnings of the ‘Deep Water’ (by a sizable pond), but also signs that say ‘Shallow Water’. With a picture of someone trying to paddle, I guess?
Regardless, we had a lovely time wandering through the mud and the shoofy leaves, and steadfastly failed to recognize a single failed tree.