I’ve decided to give in to my love of trees.  Abandon myself to it.  I don’t mean I’m going to start handing out leaflets on street corners but I am going to make this open declaration.  It’s love. You know when you visit one of those beautiful parks or gardens and you just see one of those unassuming trees just next to the path ahead.  Sort of standing there all tall, dark and handsome.  My current obsession seems to centre around these from the fir family – can just imagine them with a dusting of snow or releasing their piney fresh scent after warming up in the sunshine.  Gorgeous.