A Grove of trees in the Scottish Highlands
The Eaton-Brown family grove
Our families, friends and relatives;
past, present and future.
24th June 2016

After an inspiring week volunteering for Trees for Life we decided what could be better than restoring the Caledonian Forest with our own patch of woodland! We hope to see this small grove of eight trees grow and expand over time and support all kinds of life. 'Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track, And gone to its nest is the wren, And the packman snail, too, with his home on his back, Clings to the bowed bents like a wen. The shepherd has made a rude mark with his foot Where his shadow reached when he first came, And it just touched the tree where his secret love cut Two letters that stand for love's name. The evening comes in with the wishes of love, And the shepherd he looks on the flowers, And thinks who would praise the soft song of the dove, And meet joy in these dew-falling hours. For Nature is love, and finds haunts for true love, Where nothing can hear or intrude; It hides from the eagle and joins with the dove, In beautiful green solitude. - John Clare Lots of love, Jo & James xx