Sketch a day - Day 90/365

There are many trees that I love round where I live. The majestic oak and the huge queen beach that stand in a field (both up at St Ives estate above Bingley). The self seeded silver birch at the bottom of our garden. The rufty tuffty, stubborn teenage oaks near bluebell wood overlooking Micklethwaite. The wise welcoming oak that has a branch that is just at the right height to rest an arm on when you need a tree hug, (it's on the hill side on the other side of the valley). Then there's the holly that stands guard next to Jane's shed. And I love this tree that towers guarding the bus stop. I am not sure if it's a willow or a sycamore. I love how it makes this part of Crossflatts unmistakable. I always see it when I walk back from the train station and whenever I do, I think ‘almost home’. When I saw it today I saw it had a halo of green shimmering around it. Next time I look, I bet the leaves will have arrived in a rush. As if from nowhere. This is the moment just before. I love noticing the tiny beats that make up the roar of spring arriving. And that's the news.