Oh, Wilderness Were Paradise Enow!

OK, Sally, look: I know that we’re supposed to be religion blogging here at Icons & Curiosities, but I just saw for sale this apple-tree bed:

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Its neighboring metalworks-tree bed, too:

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and I had to post them. I suppose I could connect them to our topic via, maybe, the brilliant work being done on trees by our friend Alan Jacobs, but, mostly, I thought about how , sleeping in that metalwork forest, I’d be worried about the bird droppings from the center nest.

Remember Hilaire Belloc’s little inscription for a sundial?

I am a Sundial. Ordinary words
Cannot express my thoughts on birds.

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