A Cornish Oak. For Adam, who could not stay. Love you, bro.
Cornish Eye was written by the Cornish poet Clive Blake
He watched A Cornish chough, Flying so Cornish high, Over Cornish cliffs, In a Cornish sky, All Cornish observations, Made by his Cornish eye.
He watched The Cornish sun, Masked by a Cornish cloud, He thought his Cornish thoughts, His Cornish thoughts were loud, He viewed the Cornish landscape, And He felt so Cornish proud.
He watched The Cornish waves, Roll into the Cornish bay, He saw the Cornish sunset, At the end of another Cornish day, For he is forever Cornish, And forever Cornish he will stay …
#7 "The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.”
Nelson Henderson
This is one of my favourite trees: Πλάτανος της Άρτας, "Plane tree of Arta". Planted over 350 years ago, 10 metres high with a circumference of 13.45 meters, it was declared a Nature Monument in 1976.
