楼主不必客气
There is a tree that lives in the field by the house in Scotland in which I grew up
Since I was able to walk, it has stood and looked at me.
This is a picture of it.
It's a magnificent beast, no doubt about it
We continue to eye each other -old friends- I call it the parent tree
Part elephant
Part octopus
It plants its hooves, puffs out its cheeks and nails a gaze
How much wiser could an eye be?
This tree has always been in my head as a sort of essential cradle place
Older than my grandparents, headed for a future beyond my children
My dear old departed horse used to cuddle under it
I've hidden up and in it at all heights and for most reasons
The woodpeckers scratch the itches out of its reach, the molehills around it are its parts
It makes itself at home.
Here is another picture-of the parent tree with its pals
In the summer, their patience with flies and bees is truly impressive: they are sanguine,
super-cool, flicking from time to time their casual tails and breathing quietly
I had to take these pictures quickly to stop them running away: you have to be stealthy with
these creatures
They are quite timid-although they will defend to the death anyone they consider their own.
See the bare ground where they have stampeded, shaking their mega mighty afros!
Tilda Swinton