Periodically somewhere up in this tangled canopy one tree was plucking and twanging another trees branches. No matter how hard I looked, and I did look and listen intently, I couldn't see where though. As I get older you feel time more intensely, whilst peering up into the canopy it dawned on me, soon the sky will be hidden from the woodland floor again. It only seems like yesterday we were in awe of autumns multicoloured majesty, now in no time at all it'll be spring. I've noticed buds forming on some of the trees already.