Yew, or "barlind" as it is called in Norway, was a new tree to me when we moved in here 6 years ago. Over the years I have come to love it; the green it gives us all year, the privacy it gives from life outside the garden, the way it gives shelter to birds and squirrels, the shade it gives when I sit at the Blue Table writing my reflections.
Saturday, 12 January 2008
Late last autumn we discovered alot of small red berries on it.
Which to this day stands single, in the midst
Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore;
Not loth to furnish weapons for the bands
Of Umfraville or Percy ere they marched
To Scotland's heaths; or those that crossed the sea
And drew their sounding bows at Azincour,
Perhaps at earlier Crecy, Poictiers.
Of vast circumference and gloom profound
This solitary tree! a living thing
Produced too slowly ever to decay;
Of form and aspect too magnificent
To be destroyed"
Inspired by the magnificent Yew at Lorton, Cumbria.
The girth of this tree was measured as 27 ft in 1806.
Today half the trunk remains (19 ft circumference).
More information about yew here.
Posted by Britt-Arnhild at 09:04