Did you ever wrap your arms around a felled giant and get up close and personal with it’s roots and heart? The wooden body feels so strong, there are new buds on the tips of it’s branches but the torn roots are dry. This Beech tree will never come into leaf again.
So many fallen trees since the huge storm last month are lying pitifully broken exactly where they landed. Having blogged my nightmarish journey home during the big wind, I’m still checking out trees I know and finding they are gone. This beauty is lying on the front lawn of Mount Congreve one of many lost there over the winter.
I photograph it’s awkward sprawl and then the daffodils blooming around the gaping hole where it once stood magnificent.