The climate crisis, not to mention the various other current insanities, is tiring. Time for a change…
Taking a leaf out of Ellen Hawley’s book, allow me to begin with an irrelevant photo. Here’s one, of the dawn sky that presented itself in all its glory a few days ago. Absolutely gorgeous; the photo doesn’t do it justice.
Onward, to the main theme of this post… From May this year, I’ve taken to taking a picture of my dwarf horse chestnut tree on the first day of each month. This tree, which I planted as a conker in 1986, is now 57% of my age – and slowly catching me up. I’m hoping that it will overtake me in the end.
As you can see, there’s a lot of growth around the base of my little tree; I’ve been meaning to repot it for some years now (I need to get a round tuit). I suspect that I’ll find that the roots need some serious trimming!
It’s never once flowered yet. I don’t know why… maybe it’s still too young? Perhaps it will, one day.
I topped this post with one irrelevant photo; I’ll tail it with another… this is one I took recently of a large bird that’s been flying overhead lately. I think it may be a kestrel, but I’m a phlyarologist, not an ornithologist.
Here’s hoping you’re enjoying a pleasant Saturnalia wherever you may be, and wishing you peace in the new year. Cheers – or, as the Klingons say, ‘IwlIj jachjaj!