“Like the trees, we are visitors, guests of earth. The light shines down, and a bud breaks, branches give way before us, a book’s leaves open, and our eyes look, look again. We are a grove, companions spared to be on earth at the same time. The trees – though not our kind – are kin, elder relatives standing to greet us.”
Kim Stafford, from “Tree of All Trees” in Entering the Grove.
FOTO – BELL LAND AT CONDONG NSW 2008