Thickly-foliaged cedar

Thickly-foliaged cedar

Another reference to the magnficent cedar, a source of scented sap and sunset-watching shelter. ‘The day grew dim. They lay down under a thickly-foliaged cedar and watched the sunset.’   Source: Nikos Kazantzakis, The Last Temptation, trans. P.A. Bien...
Tear-shaped pellets

Tear-shaped pellets

This is a Biblical land and so perhaps the tear-shaped scented cedar sap pellets came from Lebanon.  Elsewhere the cedar provides a sheltering spot to watch the sunset. ‘The sexton threw tear-shaped pellets of cedar sap into the censer to deodorize the...
Man in a hurry

Man in a hurry

Jesus lays out a few ground rules to Judas whom, it seems, could have done with a dose of quinuituq. I loved this lesson in patience, and the idea that men and trees are bound by the same laws of God.   “If you love me, be patient.  Look at the trees.  Are they...
Blossom-blanched

Blossom-blanched

One bright morning, this very one in fact, I sit down at my desk to start writing a batch of triologism posts. The first one of those selected a week or two ago happens to be mirrored by the twittering of birds outside the window, on cherry trees full of budding...
Flat-boughed cedar

Flat-boughed cedar

A favourite tree – I remember the first one I consciously noticed, said to be 1,000 years old, some of its lowest flat boughs supported by poles themselves the diameter of some trees. But perhaps the most magnificent cedar I have seen is in a park in Geneva near...
Broad-leaved sycamores and weary-hearted women

Broad-leaved sycamores and weary-hearted women

George Eliot writes sensitively and movingly of the early manifestation of Methodism.  She wrote Adam Bede around 1850 but set the story some fifty years earlier, and she gives an insight into its development during that half-century (apparently not a particularly...
Spectre-pale beech

Spectre-pale beech

Orlando has a candid relationship with her often absent husband Bonthrop.  He visits when he can, and sometimes when he’s needed, which is to say when the wind doesn’t allow him to persist in his endless quest to sail around a treacherous cape. Here she is...
Forest-haunting Lombards

Forest-haunting Lombards

This is part of a paean to the magic of the forest and the hold it has on our imaginations.  But beware the forest-haunting Lombards, who sound like something from the night side of the fairy tale.   ‘A kind of spell haunts wooded slopes like these: it drives...
Green-leaf invocations

Green-leaf invocations

Surely a practice worth borrowing or reviving?  Leigh Fermor describes a woman beginning each verse of her song with such an invocation, a kind of homage to the leaves and the trees. ‘She sang a doina to herself as she moved about the yard, each verse beginning...

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