Back into the forest on the weekend, a friend from London staying with me. We visited my tree, I think it is a Yew but am not absolutely sure. It is huge and ancient, with roots that spread out like gnarled but elegant fingers. I am not ashamed to adopt a tree companion. We have a proper regard for each other. With each meeting I become more tree-like and the tree looks increasingly human, so there is some essential exchange of energy going on.
I think the apple tree is going to survive as only a few branches have the burnt-to-a-crisp leaves, the rest are ok, and I can see little newborn apples dotted around that look as though they have a good future ahead of them. Some of them will eventually become apple jelly.
I had another occasion to perform, at my friend’s garden party on Saturday – spot of karaoke in the marquee. Bohemian Rhapsody, it was. I have always wanted to belt out scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango - thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightning - Galileo! etc. Obviously I wasn't doing it completely on my own, but it still took guts.
And yesterday, as if the heavens opened in reply, there was thunderbolt and lightning, and a clattering of hail, followed by hot sunshine, which has continued into today. It being the birthday of Mr. Signs I should expect nothing less, as he has decreed that the sun always shines on the day of his birth. Sceptics might say that it is fortunate his birthday falls in mid-June, but he maintains that it is all to do with having the right attitude. I am, as ever, reading the signs.
6 comments:
Happy Birthday to Mr. RtheS!
Thank you, Zhoen. We are going out to eat fish, without telling Cat.
The same best wishes from me too, to Mr Signs. Hope Cat doesn't read your blog, else you're in trouble when you return...
The forest sounds fabulous.
Happy Birthday Mr Signs.
And I do find trees eminably huggable.
Signsie,
what do you smell in the air for the second half of 2009? Will you read my Signs?
Cheers! What fish?
Trousers, Cat of Signs is an intelligent and highly-attuned creature who just knows things. It is sometimes enough for me even to think f-i-s-h or m-i-l-k.
Kahless, I will go into a deep meditative trance, employ my olfactory powers and come and tell you what I Read (bearing in mind that I do occasionally miss a little now and then, as with the vanilla year I thought I sensed coming).
Mim, we had sea bass - whole, on the bone, fresh, lovely.
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