I saw this magical cedar tree with a huge canopy today at the Botanic Gardens, Inverness. It appears to be surrounded by a fairy ring of small foliage plants and immediately reminded me of my favourite W.B. Yeats poem:- ‘The Wind Blows out of the Gates of the Day’
The wind blows out of the gates of the day,
The wind blows over the lonely of heart,
And the lonely of heart is withered away
While the faeries dance in a place apart,
Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,
Tossing their milk-white arms in the air;
For they hear the wind laugh, and murmur and sing
Of a land where even the old are fair,
And even the wise are merry of tongue;
But I heard a reed of Coolaney say,
‘When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung,
The lonely of heart is withered away!’
The Purple Hermit 