Photo-a-Day  (Monday, 2nd January, 2023)

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It’s definitely dead is that Mick. It’s defunct, departed, devoid of its sap and breathed of its last. I venture to say that it will never drop another leaf from its branches or father another twig. It as ceased to be and it’s roots are rotten. Soon the Parish Council will come along and consign his remains to the manglewhirler machine that will turn him into wood chips and then Ozy will come along and consign him to the Aga where he will help to make a different kind of chip.

I’m writing this at 1 o clock in the morning and my head’s still hurting from last night. I think I’ll go to sleep for a day or two now. Peace and Love to you all.

I hope I will look as good as that when I am dead.

As I have said in the past, (although it was probably my reaction to a different tree on a past p-a-d), it reminds me of the 1960s children's TV Series, "Follyfoot". Its title song was "The Lightning Tree"; even the branches look like forks of lightning.

The tree may be dead but it will be a living world to thousands of tiny creatures.
Brings back memories of my walk home from school in the 60s, also I think I can see the Hermitage pond one of our fishing spots.

'Dead, but it won't lie down' - is this a political comment, Mick?

Useful to the end… it’s definitely given up the ghost. But it would make some log burner very happy or a Bon fire in November. Ozy take note… sad to see a diseased tree though.

I remember those fields when it was an open cast coal mine, ( you can still see parts of the concrete road that they made) but now its just lovely fields and ancient woodlands.

There once was a girl who saw a tree,
she then moved closer so she could see ,
as she moved closer the tree said stop !
I think there is something that you have forgot .
But I am a girl and you are a tree, I can’t imagine what that could be .
This is true the tree replied , but first you must knock not just creep inside .
But where is your door for me to find
In your heart not the wooden kind
I have a key I know that’s true,
that only lets , a few come through
then give me your key and I’ll leave my door ,
then the world came alight as she stood before ,
the doors then came open and they opened wide ,
bidding her welcome as she stepped inside .
What she saw like the promise she laid ,
Reveal to none but with one she made..

LUNGS OF THE WORLD -
Trees, trees, I love those trees.
There’s more to them than roots and leaves.
They take the poison from the breeze
and give us the air we breathe.
They give us the air we breathe.

It won't be ancient woodland if you can remember opencast mining.