Friday’s blog a private peek. So then, come into the garden with me, and rest a while.
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I will begin…
Once upon a time, there was an old farmhouse. And in the grounds of that old farmhouse was an old pear tree. A gnarled old pear tree, which – although advanced in years – still bore fruit every single year.
It was home to all manner of feathered friends, too. Nuthatches, woodpeckers, magpies, finches, robins. Sometimes, the long-tailed lollipop tits would pop in on their way to warmer climes. They all lived in and on and around the old pear tree, it was a busy tree!
And the people in the farmhouse would spend hours watching the twitter-show. This aviary, this ancient sanctuary, this bird haven. The farmer would feed the birds, make sure they were cared for, shoo away the crows if they tried to frighten the tiny ones. It really was a precious and wondrous place.
But all things must come to an end – and the old pear tree had had a good life, after all.
One night, during a brutal storm which blew in from the south coast, the old tree was finally beaten, brought down.
Oh no! Was the lament when the couple found the tree lying on the ground in the garden the morning after the storm.
So the farmer, being a farmer, set to work, cutting the pear tree down into firewood, into logs for burning in the winter ahead.
In its place, the farmer planted a beautiful young sapling, a rowan tree. Because he knew the birds would love the red berries. Within a few months, the little birds were already investigating its young, slender branches, and by the time the woodpecker arrived, the rowan tree was open for business.
Then the farmer’s wife (well, nearly!) had an idea. She found some beautiful raku birds in a little potter’s studio up the lane. Delightful pottery, quirky upturned tails.
So she rummaged in the log pile….until she found the perfect old pear tree branch for what she had in mind.
She made a little artpiece, with the raku birds and the old pear tree branch,
and she placed it inside the kitchen on the window ledge,
where it just sat perfectly, as if it had always been there.
But of course…it had.
The raku birds had a warm home, with a lovely view – and the old pear tree was able to finally come indoors to rest.
And so, they all lived happily ever after.
Love & Hugs,