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Is this tree breathing in the morning sun?

On a bright sunny morning, after a long period of wet and cold, I saw this old lime tree steaming in the sun. Or was it breathing? I’ve searched the internet to find the answer but I am still not sure what it was doing.

I do know now that tree bark has ‘lenticles’ which, according to the Mirriam -Webster dictionary, are a “loose agregation of cells which penetrates the surface (as of a stem) of a woody plant and through which gases are exchanged between the atmosphere and the underlying tissues”.

According to another piece I read, bark does what it can to protect trees from the equivalent of frostbite in freezing weather by helping to moderate the change between the outside and the core temperatures. I think I have understood that correctly, but it’s all a little confusing late on a Sunday evening, with Google referring me to scientific papers as dense as forest, which I’m floating around like a lost leaf.

Anyway, the end result is that I’m still left with more question than answer – would the bark of a recently pollarded tree have to work especially hard to keep the tree balanced as temperatures and rainfall swirl around it? Would it be ‘breathing’ hard?

If anyone knows the answers I’d love to hear.

Copyright Georgie Knaggs & The Phraser 2023

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While we bomb and argue the planet waits

“There is necessary wisdom in the give-and-take of nature – its quiet agreement and search for balance. There is an extraordinary generosity.” Suzanne Simard, Finding the Mother Tree: Discovering the Wisdom of the Forest

There is something so persevering and calm about trees.

As we bomb, they grow. As we pollute, they grow. As we burn, they grow. As we flood, they grow. As we cause the seasons to slip and change, they grow.

They are the constant, quiet witnesses to our chaos, adapting through their roots to our calamities. Thankfully they seem determined to hold on, steady as pillars while we panic.

Perhaps they are smiling to themselves now, for surely they can see us digging and planting and praying at their feet – praying that they will not abandon us, praying that they will come back in their multitudes to clean our air, praying that they will continue to give us shelter as they have always done, praying that we are not too late to turn to them for help … again.

Copyright Georgie Knaggs & The Phraser 2023

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Walking for RUH Bath – day five, into the woods

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Our walk began with a ‘down’ today – down into the cool green woods, and on and on. There was birdsong, and deer, and the burble of occasional hikers. Perfect we thought, and our feet relaxed.

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