{"id":52424,"title":"The Greengatherer\u2019s Journal - Druan, the Woodland\u2011Tree of Frankby","description":"I entered Royden Park along a familiar route, where the land rises gently and paths meet without emphasis.  The park opened out ahead, shaped less by design than by long use \u2014 grass worn thin in places, fuller where it has been left to grow.  The air was even and cool, carrying the sound of birds moving between cover","content":"<p>I entered Royden Park along a familiar route, where the land rises gently and paths meet without emphasis. The park opened out ahead, shaped less by design than by long use \u2014 grass worn thin in places, fuller where it has been left to grow. The air was even and cool, carrying the sound of birds moving between cover.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/ebclrbj3ceb8nrxqlmwrw9n7gz85x3jq4t7aroxsuelsjwh8.jpg.jpg?w=1140&amp;v=2\" alt=\"ebclrbj3ceb8nrxqlmwrw9n7gz85x3jq4t7aroxsuelsjwh8.jpg.jpg?w=1140&amp;v=2\" \/><\/p><p>The tree stands within this shared ground. Other trees hold the space with her, their forms shaped by weather, pruning, and the passing of time. The ground beneath is firm, pressed flat by years of return, care, and maintenance that rarely draws attention to itself.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p>I stopped nearby while the afternoon settled. People moved through at an unhurried pace. Dogs traced familiar loops. The paths held their lines.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p>Her trunk bears the signs of age without display. Old cuts have softened. Growth follows the spaces that have been kept open, restrained where it has not. The shape records decisions made quietly, season after season.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p>She does not stand apart from Royden Park. She stands because of it. 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