“All our wisdom is stored in the trees.” ― Santosh Kalwar
If anyone has read my last few posts (links on the menu on the lower right) you will know that I have become very disillusioned with our world and the lack of people thinking critically about Covid-19. This excellent interview with Professor Sucharit Bhakdi sums up where we are now.
But in a rare spurt of positivity during Covid-19 ‘lockdown’ as it is euphemistically known I decided that I should do something to celebrate how lucky we are to live through this ‘house arrest’ in such a beautiful environment. To this end I thought I should take a photo that represented our current situation. Liz even modelled her bum for you (probably a first and last for this blog).
We went to talk to the ancient oak trees that are at the top of our field behind the house. Liz walks up here most mornings to have a conversation with them. Possibly to tell them what a ‘stupid twat’ I am and probably because they are much more likely to give a sensible reply than your average human being at present.
Walking back down I still can’t believe how lucky we are to live here in these current times. Indeed I can’t believe how lucky I am to have known Liz for nearly fifty years and how she is still my best friend.
Trees are magical in so many ways and a week or two ago our ancient wood was resplendent with bluebells as you can see below.
The rest of the valley where we live is a very special place. I can’t imagine the day we have to leave here because we have become too old, as one day we will if something else doesn’t get us before then.
A year or two after we moved here we decided to plant several more acres of trees. You can read about that and see some photos in an early blog post here. Since then Ash ‘die back disease’ has killed many of the Ash trees we planted. Most of the others are doing alright and we fill in gaps and carry out some maintenance where we can. But overall a new wood is starting to emerge that will become home for wildlife and perhaps another human will come and talk to those trees when they are old and wise. Even the bluebells are slowly starting to naturally spread here. Perhaps the trees will tell them of the stupidity of humans in 2020.
Meanwhile down on the river Cothi which runs very close to our house the trees were a delight in their new spring green colours. This is a favourite picnic spoke sat on a rocky island that appears when the river is low. Just us watching the ‘pond skaters’ skating across the surface.
So that was Monday the 18th May 2020 when I decided to tell the handful of people in the world who might read this (in the midst of a man made disaster that will kill millions around the world, crash the world economy and herald in the ‘new normal’ of state surveillance, traumatised school children and enforced vaccination) that there is a chink where the light can can get in – but you will need to listen to the wisdom of trees to understand how to let it in.