Today I was stealth tree hugging. I needed one and there were plenty of willing trees in the forest at Malahide Castle. I had to be careful. I didn’t want anyone to see me in case they would think that I am some kind of pseudo weird hippy loving tree hugger. Which I am. But I am not ready to come out of the forest as yet.
(WPA-Woeful pun alert – the following text may contain some toe-curling cringe worthy forest puns; the author bears no responsibility for any distress caused).
I have tried branching out as Buzz and Finn (my two Morkie dogs) are amazing huggers. However, they fail to supply the same endorphins that I experience from union with nature. Maybe I am barking? Again, I believe that this is true. I have tried to leave the forest without a tree hug and invariably feel less than fulfilled when I do.
Being poplar does not concern me. I may be sappy but I have decided to embrace my weirdness. When I resist the urge, I find myself pining for my tree hugs.
OK, I will stop now with the puns.
That’s all for now