Trees means more

I love trees, I try to share one a week. I try to connect with trees. Ever since the Sycamore Gap tree was illegally fell, people are worried that it’ll happen again. The fellers won. Those who chop down protected trees have won. The saws, chainsaws, and axes are worn by us now. That’s such a shame. Our trees need championing. They are great to hug.

Baby tree saplings seem to be in cages. Protected from vandalism and caged micro-sanctuaries. Bark, earth, and stones allow flowers and weeds to profit and flourish. The cages age and dent and twist away over time. The teenage trees burst through. There are many examples in many parks of trees escaping their youthful guards. In my local park, a Sycamore Gap has hit a staggering metre or so tall. Its small number of leaves wave in the breeze and offer a ray of delightful hope. Manchester’s parks are scattered around and it is good to see new trees. We need more.

Hugging trees is a connection that shouldn’t be laughed at. To feel the rough or smooth barks, so many different kinds, and all unique to that spot of that piece of tiny land. Some resemble each other. Many offer shelter to insects, preying spiders, lichens, mosses, and countless microscopic lives. As many juvenile humans detach from nature, trees offer coolness on hot days. That shade and cooling factor can be brought to streets and roads adding to carbon dioxide absorption. Adding much-needed oxygen production to areas that support life. Our climate is better regulated with trees at the heart.

Air pollution goes down with trees. Trees, with their roots, bond the earth and spils reducing spil erosion. They support wildlife habitats – some locally unique and others part of a wider global tapestry. That enhances biodiversity and allows support for the water cycle. The filters and layers of protection a tree offers are humongous. On top of that trees muffle sound and offer protection against noise pollution. Having a neighbour who has just chopped two trees down, I hear that difference. Tweeting birds happily perching has been replaced by a road a few hundred metres away. Whilst infrequently-heard, it is now an annoyance. Trees matter.

Alongside rivers, with or without beavers, trees add to flood risk reduction. A well-managed tree can offer property value increases. Just ensure no branches or roots opt to move in with you. And like the countryside, a tree offers landscape beauty. We often, as kids, draw a house with a chimney and a tree next door. We know the trees matter. The chimneys may disappear in time. Our mental well-being sees the benefit of trees. More trees now!

Many trees are fast-growing and can be replaced as fast as they are chopped, allowing for renewable resources if managed correctly. Trees can provide foods such as apples and pears, nuts, olives, and so on. Another layer to the environmentally sustainable lifestyle many of us crave. A park with trees offers recreation and outdoor life for our enjoyment. When did you last plant a tree?

Hunt’s Pot (by Pen-y-Ghent)



Beneath the grasses: legs held dangling,
Soft earthly ledges of rich limestone with pure airflow.
The smooth voyage by rail no trouble at all
With striding pathways of steel, through vales of appeal,
across lands cast in green carpets. Beneath cloudless skies
Which beam light into deep crags, the cracked fragmented
Grounds of eternity. Dramatic streams fade from surface
To run a course beyond that of passing eyes, under
Forgotten routes beyond roots. From within the crack
Above life embraces opportunity and greenery reaches upwards
Tumbling automatically without consideration.
Its eagerness to devour air and grow stronger.
Survival of beasts under leafy drapes and salient
Canopies of loath shade across clumsy stacks of statuary shattered stone.
This emerald-laced cauldron sways with breezes lightly.
Winds have bombarded, ice has frozen the past, and much matter
has been dispelled. But today, in the soft sun, this Hunt’s Pot
is Heaven on Earth. Savage not now.

H.P. one

Didn’t drive there; took the train. Cleaner.
Fare was fair; a voyage to fresh air. Dreamer.
Book in hand; sat in the land. Concealer.
Hull Pot is known; Hunt’s Pot unshown. Revealer.

From within the cracked crevice; a crag distant. Dramatic.
Layers of limestone; collapsed downward. Fantastic.
Roots draped low; light reflecting glow. Unsystematic.
Flowers tumble outwards; water plummets loudly. Automatic.

Spikes protruding seats; stream into ground eats. Entice.
Stacked clumsy ledges; tufted lonely shrubs. Imprecise.
Solid without flow; frozen is the mass. Shelf ice.
Emerald filled cauldron; grasses swaying lightly. Paradise.

Connection.

No matter what, no matter where: I’m there.

No road is too far or a mountain too high: our sky.

No question is too hard, or too bad: for that I’m glad.

No limits or expectations too ill: you have my will.

No pages too long or words too strong: we belong.

Connection irrespective of time and space: this place.

Blank accommodates more: this feeling is for sure.

Flips the pages of the story book: take a good look.

Free spirited adventurer: forever together.