The Tuesday tree: tracery
There are several things I would like to write about at the moment: the Iron Age Crannogs of Perthshire, for example, and the importance of music in Christian worship. Life will keep getting in the way of writing! First things first, anyway: the Tuesday tree. Just a few observations of the delicate, coral-like tracery of the bare branches of a mature beech tree, under which I walked on a grey cold morning recently. You can see some of the husks of last year’s nuts still clinging to the branches, like knots in the lace.