Norman Hadley got in touch with this picture of a tree in Levens Park. ‘This specimen clearly knows its Larkin,’ he told us. Here are the opening lines of the Philip Larkin poem he is referring to. The rest can be listened to at: http://allpoetry.com/The-Trees
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.