Outside of the building where I work stands this beautiful, large tree. For the last month it’s been blooming it’s little heart out, It has pointy leaves and bundles of tiny creamy yellow flowers.
Every morning as the sun warms and comes around to my side of the office, the
pungent stench, fragrance wafts its way to my window. I can’t see it until I go outside and I don’t know what it is, but it’s driven me crazy, because it’s pollen hell and has really aggravated my asthma and hay fever, so I’d like to CHOP THE DAMN THING DOWN!
Anyone know what the monster is?
This tree calls to me
calls to me each November
don’t worry see you in spring
then we will both be renewed
. . . it’s still autumn here in the gentle south west of England, so you wont’ find any snow flakes yet.
At the weekend, I went strolling through the graveyard kicking at the leaves.
Looking skywards towards russet, greengold and naked tree tops
Beech leaves were at my feet
Oak was at eye and ankle level
I turned back the way I came and this little beauty was along the path
and as if there wasn’t already enough magic
an extra gift of treasure.
This is my first go at a Monday walk for Jo, find her here in Hartlepool,
***It seems that we can’t choose when the snow falls on WordPress this year!***
In October 1987, Michael Fish a now infamous BBC weather presenter, told the UK not to worry, there wouldn’t be a hurricane, but there would be some strong winds further south in France and Spain. In the event, winds of up to 115mph caused £1 billion of damage and 15 lives were lost.
In my city, many trees came down including a number in Heavitree Park. When I was five years old, my daily walk to and from school took me through the park and I remember those huge, majestic trees standing guard over the gentle sloping landscape gardens. Each September I’d collect conkers from under the horse chestnuts and watch the squirrels collecting nuts for their winter larders. You can imagine how upset I was all those years later when I walked Jassy, my golden retriever through the park, a few days after the hurricane that wasn’t going to happen.
If you look closely you can see the stump of one of the old trees, see how big it was?
The park has never been quite the same for me, but I can walk there without tears now. Thankfully, a few of the old trees, including these above, survived that dreadful night.
A couple of years later the council planted a small grove of birch, carefully fenced off to protect them at first. They have now grown to maturity and are a lovely sight. So yesterday I walked Dido and Daisy, the border terriers early in the morning, before the November fog had cleared. They chased the squirrels – futilely of course, and I only had my phone camera but I had to share the young trees with you.
I hope they never have to stand up to a hurricane.
Myfanway aka Chittle Chattle has begun a regular 100 step search for inspiration for her wonderful creative embroidery and textile work. The first time I set out to find something interesting I failed miserably, but today was better.
Along the road in one direction is a green square or park, it’s been here as long as the oldest houses – at least two hundred years. Sadly it’s locked and fenced to be used by a few select houses. I have never seen anyone there or heard a single voice, isn’t that sad?
Luckily in the other direction is a similar green, open and with beautiful mature trees. It’s never crowded but it’s used daily all year and in summer is very popular. So this is the green today, for http://chittlechattle.com/2012/12/02/todays-100-5/.