The Tree of the Cross

Richard Mabey

Spending the first half of my life in the Chilterns, in southern England’s chalk country, I grew up with yews. Not churchyard trees, but the bristly, mahogany-trunked nonconformists of the downs and beechwoods. They hunch among the grey-trunked beeches like dark Jack-in-the-Greens. Their seedlings…


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