An early morning tale………

followed by a 5 km trek.

An early morning rise, with the warm, velvet liquid of my tea going slowly and longingly down my throat. My eyes are closed to savour each welcome mouthful.
I open my eyes and see my scraggly spruce having, what appears to be, a venomous, aggressive debate. There is much pointing of fingers and threatening swaying back and forth, perhaps they are severely disgruntled with their unkempt appearance. This continued for most of the day. I trusted that they would end it peacefully.

Today they seem to be more settled and are standing tall and rooted. They seem to know their importance. I like that about trees, they have a strong sense of self.

Gerald Squires wrote the following about trees.

by Gerald Squires

His paintings bring our barren, rustic landscape …….to, to….just what they are…it’s as if you are seeing the real thing. His notes and writings which are found in Gerald Squires by Stan Dragland, were to me an unexpected find. This is a book that really should be bought and read.