just trees

February 22, 2015


Along the lanes between Frittenden and Sissinghurst, single elegant specimens and more functional lines of trees screening the fields of fruit – all with intrinsic character. Birds inhabiting the top canopies. A busy time of year for them – sounding happy . . .

tree line




. . . stands of sweet chestnut, hazel, birch and more solitary statuesque oaks.



oak 2

dogwoods + willows

No one around just endless cars but the the inhabitants of these missed the beauty that I enjoyed.


I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.  Robert Frost.

4 Responses to “just trees”

  1. charleshawes Says:

    A good time of the year to see the trees naked, their form and structure revealed. Struggled with the poem, but they are not easy for me. I will persevere.

  2. elizabethwix Says:

    A splendid ode to the lovely trees which seem to be heading towards spring. Lovely photos as ever.
    It is 4F here this morning…
    Loved the quiet thoughtful Frost poem.

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