The title above is what is known, mockingly in the blogging community, as a "blog search term". Someone found the varied record of Beaker wonders that makes up this blog, by typing those four words into Google (they actually added "Abbey" as well., but that would wreck the loveliness of my blog title, wouldn't it?)
One ends up trying to get into the minds of the people who entered these words into Google. One shouldn't - one has a life. Apart from anything else, one ought to get out of the habit of talking like Prince Charles. But still. What were these people trying to discover?
Presumably they were looking for the secrets that were concealed in the trees in the Abbey. The options being that either they were there so Prince Charles could have some intelligent conversation after the service, or they were symbolic of something. The Archbishop is, of course, also a renowned druid. So maybe they were sneaky Druidical trees? Harbouring mistletoe, for example? But they were English maples - not a tree renowned for its Druidic associations. They weren't oaks (which are so Druidic) or apples (which are good for mistletoe) or even ash or elder or willow or rowan. Come to think of it, maples are about the only tree with no folkloric, supposedly Druidic or neo-pagan association. It's almost a miracle they were chosen when you think about it. So I reckon they were there because they were pretty, and green, and spring-like. All good reasons for druids to celebrate, of course. But then reasons for everybody else to celebrate as well. Sometimes we can look too deeply.
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