141. Trees

Well, here we are in 2011. Happy New Year and all that. I promise to do better with my blogging and will be aiming for a daily post, unlike Royal Mail. Ha ha.

Trees.

Easy to take for granted, aren't they? As Herself drove herself, myself and the dogself down to the Big Smoke from the Salty Place on the Sea yesterday, I found that I was suddenly very aware of the trees. The great oaks in Glemham Park, the birches along by the river, the funny little straggly ones by the side of the A12 and all the others in-between. They didn't look vulnerable, in their leafless state, they looked beautiful, standing tall and strong, showing off their glorious forms for all to see.

It's all too easy, particularly in a city, to put the trees in with the buildings and the cars and the street furniture and the people who really need your help -- and render them invisible. But the trees were here long before I was and they'll be here long after I'm gone, so maybe I should try harder to see them, and maybe in doing so I'll see other things that will gladden my heart...