SPONTANEOUS ART IN NATURE

While waiting for a lift with my daughter, her husband and my grandchildren to travel today I spent this time taking some photos of knots in the Chestnut and Pine trees lining the little park on the outskirts of our town. I also wanted to take some photos of the lichens growing on their trunks, and so I did that too.
It was a glorious and still Sunday morning.
Some high Pine trees grow side to side with the Chestnut trees. Lichens and some mosses cover their bark.

MEETING WITH TREES

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Meet the trees in my garden.  This is the Birch that we grew from a small little sapling growing alongside the road some twenty years ago.  Its grown into a beautiful tall tree and it gives much protection to the birds, the rooks sit in it every winter’s morning waiting for me to feed them.

Hawthorn tree

The silhouettes of the Hawthorn tree, this tree came to grew here by itself, the little seedling grow right beside the old Lilac tree that was getting very old, I had to consider cutting it down, and letting this Hawthorn take its place.  This tree is most in use by the small birds, from Sparrows, to Finches, to Blue Tits, they sit and twitter and keep a keen eye on the birdfeeder to see if it is free from the Rooks, so that they can feed carefree.

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And here is the Mediterranean Oak, that grows in the back of the garden, it believes in keeping its large brown leaves most of the winter, though secretly it has buds ready for spring hidden in between.  This is the Robin’s favourite tree, high up so that it can look down on where the best worms are to be found.

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It’s comrade is this fine Pine tree, we also picked it up on the side of the country road a long time ago.  Sometimes it throws a few large Pine cones.  Often in the evening the Blackbird sits on the highest branches singing his heart out.

Chestnut tree

And finally this is the winter appearance of the Chestnut tree.  When my daughter was in her early teens we started it off from a conker, it grew in a flower pot at first but soon we transplanted it into the garden where it has been ever since.  My grandchildren climb in it these days, it’s a wonderful tree, very sturdy and strong.  The Doves love this tree and perch there every morning.

My trees give me lots of pleasure, seeing the buds during winter, the first tender leave in spring, the abundance of lush foliage in summer, and the beautiful colours in autumn, they make the garden a place of hope, of restfulness, of beauty, and of meditation.