The Winter Hedgerow

Wendy Pratt Writing

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I’m just back from a very wintry dog walk with my very slow and elderly dog. There is something to be said for the slow walk and the honesty of bad weather, how a really good soaking freezes you so deeply it’s like it’s cleaned the very bones of you. And going so slowly allows for a close examination of the landscape; not just the valley and the hills around you, but of the landscape with a small L, the place where we exist every day, the areas that, in some ways, become background. I think of hedgerows like that. Hedgerows are a constant in the landscape, acting as dividers, boundary lines, shade for livestock. They sew the lands together, tracking across the countryside and lining the lanes. The hedgerows around my village feel timeless, and some are in fact likely to be boundary lines…

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One thought on “The Winter Hedgerow

  1. Tea
    When you are depleted
    Nature has a remedy
    Growing in ramblings
    In well-trodden ways
    Look for a dainty handle
    Pick an upright cup to sip
    Leave the mugs behind.

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