Glimpses of Eden
I keep on promising myself to stop, but I just can’t resist planting trees.
I keep on promising myself to stop, but I just can’t resist planting trees. At this time of year after the corn is cut, you’ll always find an assortment of oaks, ashes and maples self-seeded in the stubble. These wildings are living on borrowed time. They may have been small enough to duck the sharp teeth of the combine harvester, but nothing will save them from the imminent arrival of the plough. I always dig out a dozen and plant them where they will have a chance to thrive.
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