On Wednesday as I sat under the soothing dappled shade of my Norway maple, I happened upon an excellent article in The Times by Michael Morpurgo entitled "For The People of Norway" in which he wove the recent tragedy with the story of Beowulf and Grendel and the eternal battle between good and evil.
As the first early weak leaves of autumn's riches began to fall on me, I picked one up and and ruminated on the Christmas tree that Norway has sent to Trafalgar Square every year since 1947
to help us bring light to the all enveloping darkness of winter. It is a gift of gratitude for Britain's support during World War II when
Crown Prince Olav and King Haakon VII were evacuated to Scotland and then taken to London where both they and the Norwegian government lived in exile.
Every autumn the Lord Mayor of Westminster visits Oslo to take part in the felling of the tree and the Mayor of Oslo then comes over to London to light the tree at the Christmas ceremony.
This year will be the most moving in our auld alliance.
As the sun moved around the garden I then moved to the sheltered canopy of one of the majestic limes that stand sentinel at the bottom of our garden. In ancient Germanic cultures, this was considered the tree of justice and peace, important decisions and judgements were made underneath its shade as it was believed that the tree would unearth truth.
Some may think of it as sending coal to Newcastle but I could not help but be moved by the campaign on Twitter for us to stand in support of our Northern European neighbours and gift them a tree of ours to be planted on the island of Utoya.
The mighty oak, sacred to Thor, would be my suggestion, for that which is whispered in the susurrus of its wind driven branches: Stand Sure.
Twitter campaign: hashtag#atreefornorway