When I was a teenager we used to visit a coffee shop in Edinburgh called “Trees”. Oh how grown up we felt on a Friday afternoon with our mugs of coffee (no cappuccinos in those days I’m afraid) after such an arduous day at school! We’d sit for hours gossiping together and chatting to the boys from the Edinburgh Academy.
Funny how a word can throw you into a memory spin like that. I can almost taste the peppermint millionaires shortbread we used to have.
There is no tree cafe round here, just lots of trees.
The storms over the winter really took their toll and a few of the really majestic masterpieces have fallen. Crashed at the side of the lane like broken pencils snapped in a fit of pique by a child with a temper tantrum.
But even in their broken state I pause to admire. There is beauty in their cracked and splintered heartbreak. You see the age, the rings of life and the ongoing strength that has taken these magnificent trees from a tiny seed to something that truly towered over us mere humans and lasted a damn sight longer.
Trees. You see them everywhere out here in the countryside. You see them in towns in parks and gardens and at the side of the road. How often do we just stop and marvel at them.
You don’t need to actually hug them or anything, just stand still and look at them now and then.
Kind of calming really.
I like trees.
PS have a lovely weekend.