I've had a thing for oak trees for a while, something about their fabulous accretion of symbolism and the amazing variety of life they support. I've got a design for a really large oak which is in an advanced state of incompletion all over my floor.
The sonnet quotation has had an extra resonance for me ever since I was studying for my history O-level several decades ago, and the teacher set me to read "Bare Ruined Choirs" by David Knowles. It's an account of Henry VIII's dissolution of the monasteries and the terrible destruction wreaked upon a thousand years of English art and architecture. To say nothing of the souls and bodies those ruined choirs once sheltered.
The view from my desk
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