As Joyce Kilmer wrote in 1914,
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
They are essential to me - in the garden, on walks, and as part of a view. They are part of so many of my photos that it's hard to choose just a few. My albums are full of leaves, buds, bark, oaks, maples, hawthorns, beech and birch.
The bluebell woods in May -
And a most inviting path in September -
August farmland -
These sunlit leaves were my desktop picture for a long time -
And this totally out-of-focus shot is my current desktop picture (it's even more blurry in big) -