The time worn tales trees could tell....

Today we did two walks, the first took us to a very old yew tree which it is said that John Knox held sermons under in the 1500's - isn't that something? Some of these sermons may well have been about plotting how to get rid of Mary Queen of Scots, something the tree would know, if only it could tell us. What was discussed the tree can't tell us, instead it is all time worn speculation.

The stories that tree could share and whilst it wasn't as old as the tree I wrote about last month which was 5000 years old, it is still old by any stretch of the imagination. The things this very tree must have witnessed, the secrets it must have heard, the stories it could tell if it could speak that it heard and saw over so many centuries.

The second of the woodland walks we did today took us to a lovely burn (stream). Once we got there we saw this this tree where lots of people had carved all sorts of things, initials and dates. One date was 1926, wonder who that was and who their sweetheart or love may have been. Trying to leave some memory for someone else to see and share, immortalised in a tree that would long outlive the person who wrote it, made me think how short time is in the grand scheme of things that we have on this earth, and how important it is to enjoy every single minute of it with the ones we love and that love us right back.

JB alias RM loved, lived, laughed, cried, shared, embraced and nurtured - how lucky am I to have been able to do that.

How lucky am I to have had wonderful people in my life to share these experiences with, thank you.