How can I turn the huge amount of art I have made into trees and do my bit for the planet?
A childhood memory surfaces in this moment of writing.
We are in a field somewhere down South. There’s a small opening in the hedge that opens to a space about the size of a suburban garden. Its boundaries are thick brambles covered in lush purple fruit. Its like a room its ceiling the sky! We pick fruit until our fingers and lips are stained with black juices. I feel as though I’m in heaven on earth.
Was this wild larder planted? Or had it occurred naturally? Or a small enclosure miraculously left intact when the hedgerows were grubbed up to make way for tractors and mass production, now taken over by brambles seeded by birds.
Funny how the memory just surfaced. Small spaces can make a huge difference for wildlife. Small efforts change the world.
Love Kirsten
