Isn't this beautiful.
We probably all know the old joke about the priest looking over a garden wall, and saying to the gardener:"Behold; aren't God's works wonderful". And the gardener replies "Yes, but it wasn't quite so wonderful when he was tending it by himself".
Nature is fine. But well organised nature can, occasionally, be even finer. The photos above are of my friend José's nearby Chestnut plantation (but you knew that). I was walking through yesterday, and was amazed by how the leaves have fallen in the most photogenic fashion (unlike those untidy ones in the woods).
I saw this plantation being planted, I've watched it mature, seen the crops harvested, and even bought 9 of its thinned-out trees which I'm burning in my cooker at this very moment. Love it!
Stunning Cro...I can hear the leaves crunching as we walk...
ReplyDeleteAnd they do! Crunch, crunch, crunch.
ReplyDeleteYes. Exquisite. My time of year.
ReplyDeleteWhat happened to your friend 'Willow'?
ReplyDeleteThey look like wood shavings, or tiny, wooden feathers. What a beautiful view that is!
ReplyDeleteHi, I just had to say 'hello' - found you via Welsh Hills Again, as first you mentioned the fens, and then Ely. Were you pupil at the Kings School? My brother - wild-life film-maker Hugh Miles - was a pupil there and chorister in the cathedral, and he still says that it was his time at school exploring the fens when the non-choristers had gone home at Christmas and Easter that set him on the path of what he now does. I must read your blog, and apologise for using it to make contact in this way. (My brother was born in 1942).
ReplyDeleteHello WSC. Yes same school. 60-64, so your brother would probably have left just as I arrived. Wonderful spot for wild-life, so I'm not surprised he took up film making. As I wrote previously, it was jolly cold in winter. We used to say that the wind came all the way from Russia, as there were no proper hills in between.
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