A favourite stand of mature Beech of mine has been decimated over the last two years or so; a tree here a tree there. Though this last 12 months has seen the worst of it. The extremes of wet and dry along with harsh winds whilst the canopies are in leaf have all wrought their toll. Four mature Beech humbled and several more like this one slighted, losing boughs or a trunk or two, in the case of grown out pollards. This, the most recent victim, is an old pollarded Beech tree, it's lost a mighty trunk, though the leafs remain green as if shouting their last defiant hussar. It makes me sad to see these trees slighted, It makes me sad seeing any trees slighted, but these trees are special to me. These trees are a place I come to sit and think awhile under the shade of their canopies; it has a certain magic.
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