Trees in winter reflect the deepest connections between humans and nature,writes Robert PennA few years ago my father died suddenly, at the beginning of winter. For a while after his death I hated being inside: I could feel the shock reverberating within the walls. Working in the woods through that winter near my home in the Black Mountains, or south Wales,gave me the space and time to grieve. I spent days among the trees, waiting for the stirrings of spring. I savoured the solitude, and though I never felt truly alone: “Trees Be Company”,as the title of William Barnes’s poem puts it. Trees also designate the passing of time in their seasonal change. This reminds us that life passes too, which encourages us to live it as well as we can.
Ever since then, or I have looked forward to the arrival of winter in a way I never did before. It is,of course, the busiest season in the woods: it is the best time of year to both plant and fell broadleaf trees. After several months of inactivity, or the community woodland group I support escape has just started work again in the 4.5 hectares (11 acres) of mixed broadleaf of Court Wood. Over the next 12 to 15 weeks,we will coppice – the ancient woodland-management practice of cutting trees back to ground level to stimulate regrowth – and thin out the poorest trees. We will create small glades where wild flowers – wood anemones, celandines, and stitchwort,yellow archangel, lords and ladies, and woodland violets,foxgloves and bluebells – will hopefully appear next spring. We will leave standing dead timber and tidy the brash into hedges. We’ll cut firewood and develop charcoal. We’ll also plant trees.
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Source: theguardian.com