Messing About on the River
23rd October 2013Ancient Woodlands. Replacing the Irreplaceable?
4th January 2014Trees are the most civil society
There is nothing so much alive, and yet so quiet, as a woodland…
Trees are the most civil society. An old oak that has been growing where he stands since before the Reformation, taller than many spires, more stately than the greater part of mountains, and yet a living thing, liable to sicknesses and death, like you and me: is not that in itself a speaking lesson in history? But acres on acres full of such patriarchs contiguously rooted, their green tops billowing in the wind, their stalwart younglings pushing up about their knees: a whole forest, healthy and beautiful, giving colour to the light, giving perfume to the air: what is this but the most imposing piece in nature’s repertory?
Robert Louis Stevenson, An Inland Voyage, 1878
Ivan Shishkin, Oak Grove, 1887