Such humility in the poppy, just a little hint of orange giving support to that noble Maple. We planted that tree a week after Granny June left us and it is thriving in her memory.
You are forever taken from our sight, though nothing can bring you back;
To see the splendour of the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy which having been must forever be;
Susan was going to cut it back and then saw a mature tree in the Canford cliffs area and realised it has the inclination to put out way ward shoots as it grows. Full of promise and the eternal optimism of all young tree, really the optimism of youth, all our youth bound into the tree of the Matriarch.
What's is life without dreams, we would not have the will to carry on without this simple gift.