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woodlandtrust · 6 days ago
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The Sea in the Trees - Kit Wright
When the warm wind was flowing In the leaves of the tall ash tree, The old man fell asleep in the park And he dreamed of the sound of the sea.
The branches filled and billowed, The highest mainmast swayed, As long sea-miles of the afternoon His green galleon made…
In the harbour of the shade.
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strawberryjayne · 7 days ago
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Garden tiger moth caterpillars get their nickname 'woolly bears' for good reason!⁠
They have a dense coat of long hairs all over their body. The hairs are chestnut brown on the sides and white along the back, turning black closer to the body. ⁠
Look out for this hairy caterpillar in gardens, woodland, fens and meadows across the UK.
(Photo by Ingo Arndt / naturepl.com)⁠
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newsandmediarepublic · 13 days ago
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Free tree | Woodland Trust scheme opens
Free tree | Woodland Trust scheme opens
We’ve been informed that the Woodland Trust’s popular free tree pack scheme is now open for applications! (more…)
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woodlandtrust · 13 days ago
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Between the Trees - Rudyard Fearon
A long time ago I used to climb The coconut tree.
Now my only child Called, "Look daddy, I climb the maple tree."
I smiled at her... She at me.
Something passed between the trees.
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newsandmediarepublic · 18 days ago
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Earth Wind Fire | outdoor dance-drama from MED Theatre
Earth Wind Fire | outdoor dance-drama from MED Theatre
Earth Wind Fire is a dance drama and marks MED Theatre’s return into the world of live performance.  (more…)
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woodlandtrust · 20 days ago
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The Trees - Lucy Larcom
Time is never wasted listening to the trees; If to heaven as grandly we arose as these Holding toward each other half their kindly grace, Haply we were worthier of our human place.
Bending down to meet you on the hillside path, Birch and oak and maple each his welcome hath; Each his own fine cadence, his familiar word, By the ear accustomed, always plainly heard.
Every tree gives answer to some different mood; This one helps you, climbing; that for rest is good; Beckoning friends, companions, sentinels, they are; Good to live and die with, good to greet afar.
Dear, inspiring, friendly dwellers of the wood, Always reaching downward something grand or good, From the lofty spaces where you breathe and live; Royally unconscious, careless what you give!
O ye glorious creatures, heirs with us of earth! Might we win the secret of our loftier birth - From our depths of being grow like you and climb To our heights of blessing - life would be sublime.
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strawberryjayne · 24 days ago
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Song thrush
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woodlandtrust · 27 days ago
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Imitation - Giacomo Leopardi
Wandering from the parent bough, Little, trembling leaf, Whither goest thou? “From the beech, where I was born, By the north wind was I torn. Him I follow in his flight, Over mountain, over vale, From the forest to the plain, Up the hill, and down again. With him ever on the way: More than that, I cannot say. Where I go, must all things go, Gentle, simple, high and low: Leaves of laurel, leaves of rose; Whither, heaven only knows!”
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woodlandtrust · a month ago
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The Tree that Walks - Mandy Coe
The tree that walks sways along the dusty road, bringing its shadow along the dusty road. A giant: the tree that walks.
On the forest highway, lorry drivers hauling neat-cut logs, blink and cross themselves trying to unsee what they just saw.
It crosses the railway lines, the tree that walks, the five-fifteen, all horn and brakes makes commuters spill their drinks.
On the airport runway, captains push up captains’ hats to scratch their heads. Jets roar, but the tree that walks does not pause,
its leaves sway and caterpillars swing from invisible threads. Birds sit tight on their nests so not one egg falls.
A film truck follows the tree that walks, footage appears on the rolling news. A general offers to blow it up. A politician
suggests talks. Headlines shout: TREE WALKS! Up our dusty road it comes, to a dusty town where dogs' tongues hang out by miles
and all the grass is dry as bone. And when the fuss has died down, we fetch pails of water for the tree that walks.
Last night we heard an owl for the first time and this morning the tree that walks let its seeds fall like rain.
Today we gather by the derelict barn to watch the mayor hammer in a new sign: ‘Welcome to Walking Tree Town'.
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clivethings-to-say · a month ago
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Friends of Hull General Cemetery
Friends of Hull General Cemetery
Philip Larkin on his walk with John Betjeman through the disused Hull General Cemetery, (1964) declared it to be a natural cathedral. Over the years, it declined into an overgrown fly-tipping and drug abuse centre. Enter a group of local residents in 2015. In the beginning they litter picked and disposed of the used syringes, but upon request, and with the support of local councillors, Hull City…
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woodlandtrust · a month ago
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The Log Fire - Elizabeth Rebecca Ward
In her last hour of life the tree Gave up her glorious memories, Wild scent of wood anemone, The sapphire blue of April skies.
With faint but ever-strength'ning flame, The dew-drenched hyacinthine spires Were lost, as red-gold bracken came, With maple bathed in living fires.
Grey smoke of ancient clematis Towards the silver birch inclined, And deep in thorny fastnesses The coral bryony entwined.
Then softly through the dusky room They strayed, fair ghosts of other days, With breath like early cherry bloom, With tender eyes and gentle ways.
They glimmered on the sombre walls, They danced upon the oaken floor, Till through the loudly silent halls Joy reigned majestical once more.
Up blazed the fire, and, dazzling clear, One rapturous Spirit radiant stood. 'Twas you at last! Yes, YOU, my dear. We two were back in Gatcombe Wood!
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strawberryjayne · a month ago
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Spending time with trees and woods can improve our self-esteem, boost our mood, and reduce stress and anxiety.
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straykatfish · a month ago
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Louis of Loch Arkaig - animation
Louis of Loch Arkaig – animation
Based on the original painting with animation via MotionLeap and further processing in Filmora 10.
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woodlandtrust · a month ago
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I Saw in Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing - Walt Whitman
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing, All alone stood it and the moss hung down from the branches, Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous leaves of dark green, And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself, But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there without its friend near, for I knew I could not, And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss, And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in my room, It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends, (For I believe lately I think of little else than of them,) Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love; For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary in a wide flat space, Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend a lover near, I know very well I could not.
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progressiveblogic · a month ago
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Four visual flavors of trillium
Four visual flavors of trillium
We discovered these lovely variety of trillium while hiking two nature preserves owned by the ACRES Land Trust in Northeast Indiana on April 28th.
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woodlandtrust · a month ago
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The Tree - Bjørnstjerne Martinius Bjørnson
Ready with leaves and with buds stood the tree.    "Shall I take them?" the frost said, now puffing with glee.        "Oh my, no, let them stand,        Till flowers are at hand!"    All trembling from tree-top to root came the plea.
   Flowers unfolding the birds gladly sung.    "Shall I take them?" the wind said and merrily swung.        "Oh my, no, let them stand,        Till cherries are at hand!"    Protested the tree, while it quivering hung.
   The cherries came forth 'neath the sun's glowing eye.    "Shall I take them?" a rosy young girl's eager cry.        "Oh my, yes, you can take,        I've kept them for your sake!"    Low bending its branches, the tree brought them nigh.
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aisphotostuff · a month ago
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Speckled wood
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Speckled wood by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: The speckled wood is a butterfly found in and on the borders of woodland areas throughout much of the Palearctic realm. The species is subdivided into multiple subspecies, including Pararge aegeria aegeria, Pararge aegeria tircis, Pararge aegeria oblita, and Pararge aegeria insula.
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planetmosh · a month ago
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Accursed Years release 'Wings of Fire'
Accursed Years have released their new single "Wings of Fire". The band will be raising funds for the UK-based charity Woodland Trust to help protect forests.
Accursed Years release ‘Wings of Fire’ in support of the forests   UK metallers Accursed Years have released their new single “Wings of Fire”. The band will be raising funds for the UK-based charity Woodland Trust to help protect forests.   “Our new single, Wings of Fire, is a song essentially about deforestation. The world is losing its forests at an alarming rate, so this is a subject that we…
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