Tree planting, for me is a lot like The Who, Who’s Next album. You know that Baba O’Reilly is always going to be the first track. And though, you may leave that vinyl unplayed for an entire season; every time you let that needle down gently, the crackle begins and that same thrill tingle settles in all over again.
Trees similarly, are for the greater part planted in their dormant state, through the off seasons whilst they are sleeping. And one knows, horticultural hat now firmly on your heart, that the buds will burst, the rain will trickle down, and the foliage rustle increasing in volume all the while, until that day when the dappled sunshine allows you take a little rest beneath its now full canopy.