Another pretty picture too!
Going through old files in the night, I came across a piece I wrote some years ago, at a time when I had a partner, before the boys had left home, and when a great and beautiful chestnut tree overhung may garden. It goes back to a time when life was very different, when the dog was not Ani, but Echo.. very like, but bigger and even more of a lunatic. And when the tree still held my home in its embrace.
This morning as I read two articles about the love of fellow writers for trees and wind, I was taken back to this time when the old tree measured the seasons for me.
Sadly, now, it is gone. Infested with leaf miner moths it sickened and died, and was cut down when Ani was a puppy. I came home to chainsaws and grief one day, feeling the loss of a…
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