We set out this morning with plans to attend a market, but those plans went awry. They led, however, to other exciting plans, and to trees ~~ trees that we’d been talking about earlier on this very early morning while everything was still dark ~~ trees that were right there in front of us by the time the sun rose enough to give us light to see by:
Hawthorn, full of the reddest berries and not too many thorns:
Willow, a real great grandmother of a tree, all cracked bark and dangling leaves:
We came home shivering with the damp cold but laden with gifts from the tree people, and filled with inspiration… as well as the determination not to go anywhere without our secateurs again, because you never know what might be about to turn up!