with tree and me
Tiger: you were sat under your tree
Wendy: my tree?
Tiger: In Kingfisher field
Wendy: the copper beech?
Tiger: yes. before I came to call for you, first I would come by the field and look under the tree because you were often there, you did a lot of your exam revision under the tree
Wendy: yes, I remember now. The tree was very helpful. A calm, wise tree. A girl’s got to develop a strong bond with a well established tree during her formative years. I had completely forgotten it.
Tiger: Oh, Honey, you are SO fickle
This blog post was bought to you courtesy of a cellular connection infront of Salisbury cathedral on a sunny September saturday courtesy of the letter T, the colour green, and the shade of a conker tree. Another day, another tree. Some things don’t change, other things change frequently. Perhaps it’s time to find a tree in Reading…
November 15th, 2009
there’s a lot to be said for a decent walnut tree
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November 15th, 2009
I had a big tree in my Gran’s back garden. My mother climbed it, I climbed it. Always had a strong bond with mine.
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