Dug up at the arse-end of autumn and transported from Grimauld Place to our new home in a wheelie bin strapped to the top of a Morris Traveller. Rather ignominious treatment for a little apple tree.
Re-planted by a woman who knows what she's doing, however ...
... and blessed by a wassailing ceremony and a visitation of jays ...
... and my grandmother's apple tree*, which never properly thrived in its former location, has not only survived the winter but is blossoming.
And how happy am I that every happening in my life handily serves as a metaphor for something else.
*grown from seed from the last apples gathered from my grandmother's garden, a couple of months after her death in 1991
About Me
- Deborah Harvey Poetry
- Bristol , United Kingdom
- Poet and poetry facilitator. Co-founder of the Leaping Word Poetry Consultancy, which provides advice for poets on writing, editing and publishing, as well as qualified counselling support for those exploring personal issues in their work - https://theleapingword.com. My sixth poetry collection, Love the Albatross, is now available from Indigo Dreams or directly from me.
Ah! Wish I'd done that ...
ReplyDeleteI've been really lucky with it so far, I think. Must remember to water it through the summer!
DeleteEnjoyed this. Thank you for sharing.
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