Richard Jefferies Museum<p><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/MonochromeMonday" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>MonochromeMonday</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/BlackAndWhite" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>BlackAndWhite</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/ViewFromBelow" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>ViewFromBelow</span></a></p><p>View of some of our trees in the copse.</p><p>"In summer I went out into the fields, and let my soul inspire these thoughts under the trees, standing against the trunk, or looking up through the branches at the sky. If trees could speak, hundreds of them would say that I had had these soul-emotions under them."<br>The Story of My Heart</p>