Sublime

they are for their woodlands, not against progress. They are guardians, ordinary citizens compelled to speak out on behalf of the nation’s natural and cultural heritage in the absence of the political will to do so. The ongoing case around Smithy Wood has been framed as an issue of small-scale

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

in the old Irish Ogham alphabet, which is based on native trees, the birch is the first letter.

“ And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul ”

—John Muir

Go into the woods to lose sight and memory of the crimes of your contemporaries. —JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAU

Woodstock, CT: Spring.