I have been looking at my pictures in preparation for the new website launch (yes, I have been promising for ages; it’s late, it’s late). As a freelancer myself, I’m always keen to promote people in a similar position. And Emerald, this site’s website designer has been inundated with work. Freelancers of the world rise up and cheer for her good fortune.
So we have to be patient a bit more.
This pine tree is growing directly out of a granite rock up on the top terrace, almost in the forest. I vividly recall the very first autumn I was standing with my strimmer in my hands looking carefully at this odd sight.
I was strimming all the brambles that were trying to get a purchase on the rocks around this large boulder. And almost ran the blade over the little seedling.
Should I cut out this ‘weed’? I decided that it was in such a mad spot that it would die a natural death anyway.
Perhaps I ought to pledge to photograph its progress on Christmas Day every year.
And while I laboriously work through my old photo files I might find it when it was a titchy little seedling, no more than a foot tall and looking absurd in its rocky prison.