The talking oak
To the ancient spoke.
But any tree
Will talk to me.
- Mary Carolyn Davies
I was surrounded by trees most of this weekend. Cycling through forest tracks strewn with pine cones. The scent of needles perfumed the spring air. Like a magpie and the many forest wood ants I was attracted to the glittering sap resembling summer rain drops or icicles.
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