I passed this tree on my walk today, and the first thing I noticed was its symmetry–it’s the ace of spades from all directions, presumably because it stands alone and does not compete with any other trees for England’s precious sunlight. Almost simultaneously I noticed that it’s dressed for winter in a sweater of deep green ivy. The entire trunk and all the major branches are snugly enveloped in a solid sheath of leafy vines. When I looked again, the tree looked less like the highest card in the deck and more like a young boy with his arms raised, his mother having just drug a chunky wool turtleneck sweater over his head, leaving behind a wild halo of fine, static-charged hair reaching out in every direction.
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Things I See and Know 