Wednesday gardening sessions are now suspended due to the new national lockdown. Work will be restricted to essential tasks only and carried out in accordance with government guidelines.
Reproduced with the kind permission of Johanna Alberti
This week we celebrate National Tree Week, which marks the official start of the winter tree planting season. To mark the occasion, we are pleased to share a poem by Johanna Alberti, called "The Mystery of Trees".
Each morning I lay my hand
on the trunk of a sycamore
stroke the intricacy of bark.
The mystery of trees is
unfathomable. We know they breathe,
inhale our leavings, bestowing life.
Incomprehending, we judge
them mute, will not believe
they could be in touch with one another.
No speech this, but a subtle breath
of warning across acres of woodland
so others may cultivate protection.
Is there no way we can connect
to this complexity? I ache to join
this silent sharing, deep-rooted trust.
We have not heard them, instead
cut and crack-bone, shape them to our needs
leave the forests bare.
Trees feed and heal each other, keep
their young alive. Old and fallen
they are a fecund source of life.
I walk beneath the oaks, their ancient wisdom eludes me. Unknowing, expecting only burial in the earth’s rich soil.