New Forest:
Christmas 1906
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| Photo by Craig Sargent |
For why does the forest always disappoint me? & why does
Christmas disappoint me too? Is it not that they both promise something
glittering & ruddy & cheerful, & when you have it you find it not
quite as good as you expected? The forest is too benign & complaisant; it
gives you all that you can ask; but it hints at no more. There are the long
green drives, & the tracery of the branches against the sky; there are wild
open spaces when you are tired of symmetry, with their single elm & thorn
trees, & their brambles & their bogs. "So wild — so free — so
stately — so mediaeval:" Such is the praise that you must give, & give
willingly, but there is no residue that remains unexpressed for lack of the
fitting word. (PA 363)
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