It’s sad when you see a tree vandalized, like this undifferentiatable Prunus over in Clay Wood:


The leader having been snapped off, it really just looks like a stick in the ground, inexplicably staked out.

But! it’s only when you get closer that you can see:


One of perhaps three or four buds, speckling the thin, sad trunk, and making clear it’s not done for quite yet.

I’m as worried as most environmentally minded people this year, at the earliness of spring and the absence of any real winter. But new growth always warms my heart. In the midst of death, we are in life.


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