'...the moon doth with delight look round her when the Heavens are bare...' as Wordsworth wrote, and this morning, as last night, she did just that.
Orion was on her right hand last night, though she outshone him, and this morning, slipping between the western trees she gave me enough light in the kitchen to make porridge and tea.
The farming programme on Radio Four was devoted to talk of trees: community forests, woodland creation, management, regeneration, coppicing, wildife value and enjoyment. A rare combination here to be able to plant to help save the planet, provide jobs and wildlife habitat and physical, spiritual, psychological and social human benefit.
There are so many people fighting to save what we still have, as well as create new sites and Common Ground's long-standing drive to protect old orchards could be helped if any of us with even a single, old fruit tree with a gasp of life left in it, would learn to graft/propogate and thus preserve it.
Bio-diversity is an overused word perhaps, but the simple concept of diversity is essential to our survival.
Vast, mechanised, chemicallly-propped-up food production enterprises_can't call them farms_concentrate on growing only a handful of the available varieties of staple foods, leaving themselves vulnerable to total crop devastation in the event of a pest or disease.