Mid-Week Flash Challenge - Week 297
This week's picture is of a Sequoia tree (Redwood) that has fallen and regenerated from the old trunk - branches have become new trees. It was taken by Ron Levy of the Redwood World website, which follows and tracks the Redwood groves in the UK, which is a big thing going on to combat climate change. This particular photo was taken at the Royal Forestry Society's Redwood Grove in Leighton, Montgomeryshire, in Wales. There are few sites in Wales and several across the UK.
A brief glimpse into Tricky as I'm getting ready to start writing Book 3 tomorrow for JuNoWriMo. The last Tricky piece was on Week 295.
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Redwood
“You showed us how to be, how to grow, howto stick together. You fed each other and built a community of sturdy solidwood. And even when you fell you showed us how to regenerate and build strongerand better.
“We haven’t yet managed to do that. Wealmost wiped ourselves out entirely and though we are growing back I am notsure it will be stronger or better. Again it begins: the manipulation, thefighting, the greed. An endless cycle of ‘mine is better than yours’, and ‘Iwant what you have so I will take it’.
“We haven’t learned from you – most of usat least. We haven’t understood the way to just be and exist. We always wantmore; always believe there should be more; that we have a right to have more.We’re a dissatisfied species.”
Tricky sat on the fallen Red talking to it,and admired its offspring which had grown tall, and majestic. She wished humanswould understand how much it mattered to the continuance of their species tolearn those lessons. But sadly the few had to always ruin it for the many.
She heard the flock fidget in the branchesabove and glanced up. Merlin alighted on one of the lower branches. He squawkedat her and she understood his warning, packing up the tiny lunch of nuts andseeds and tucking it into her pocket.
It was time to move on; they were trackingher and Merlin clearly thought they were too close for comfort. But she wasn’tfar now. Though she didn’t know these trees personally, she knew which specieslived where, and from here it wasn’t much further until she would hit theriver, Blood River as it was called. She shuddered at the meaning behind thename.
She just needed to get across it and shewas home and dry – so to speak. Then she had to face the next tricky situation.But Tricky knew tricky and it wasn’t half as tricky as what she had just beenthrough. So she quickly dusted off her skirts and go moving.
