Their reaction was the same as mine. Our granddaughters were with us at Cavendish Grove and had their bikes. I mentioned the path through a stand of trees and the girls were eager to ride there. When we entered the path, they both uttered, “Whoa.”
Whoa indeed. The trees are over 30 meters tall and the leaves rustle in the breeze. The trunks draw the eyes up, up, to those leaves where rays of sunlight peak through intermittent gaps in the branches.
This is a natural nave behind Cavendish Grove, in a stand of huge red, sugar
and striped maples, birch and beech trees. A path through the trees resembles the center aisle in a church but that is only the beginning.
The trunks of the trees are the columns, the green leaf in the canopy is the ceiling
and the gaps in the leaves make the clerestory.
The architect is a master of her craft with a design which defies time. Thousands of generations will recognize all of the materials in foundation to roof and the lines and colours which define this nave. One can sense the consideration and craftsmanship which went into every aspect of this masterpiece.
Like the early Christian churches, there is no seating here. One walks through, breathing slowly to absorb the essence of creation , as the avian choir sings from an unseen loft. The sound carries beautifully in this hallowed space.
It, like the planet where it resides is a sacred place, to be revered and cherished.