There is this magnificent tree in a park near us. It occupies a good two thirds of the park... and it is so loved. It's root structure is a work of art in itself and it is upon this that the children in the neighbourhood play. Angus is into all things magic at the moment. Spells and tricks and make believe. Yesterday at the park, I overheard he and Felix conversing by the trunk of the spectacular tree. Angus doing all the talking. Felix just happy to be a part of the magic. And for a moment, it took me right back in time.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
I have very fond, vivid memories of climbing trees as a child. Working my way from branch to branch, edging closer to the canopy overhead. My feet all roughened and grubby. Excitement and anticipation surging through my veins. At times, my brother or a friend would be right there with me, sharing in the thrill. And other times, it would just be me. Alone with my thoughts and dreams. But whether I had company or was on my own, there were always imaginative games played out. From vast castles to great ships, from kings & queens to happy families. So many stories unveiled way up high in the tree tops.