>> Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Gallery is trees.
There is a walnut tree at the bottom of my garden.
The old man whose garden it lives in remembers it being planted when he was a young boy.
It cuts out a lot of light from our garden but I wouldn't want to be without it. It supports so many animals, insects and sometimes other climbing plants.
It shares it's nuts with us all.
I will lay in bed looking at it's branches and marvelling at it year after year.
It worries me that when the old man dies his little house on a lot of land will become plots and no one will want the tree any more.
The council weren't interested in placing a preservation order on it.
It worries me.
My tree, that isn't my tree.