This week our willow tree received a well overdue trim. I love this tree. It’s new stem growth is orange, which contrasts wonderfully with the green, elongated-oval leaves. When the sun catches it, then it turns into a huge, brilliant flame. Reaching high over everything. A fabulous sight.
It was thirteen years ago, that I planted it as a willow whip. A birthday present. Then it grew. Boy, was it happy, but I was worried. Each time the wind picked up, it would sway and bend in a way that I couldn’t imagine it would survive. I’d wake in the middle of the night, hear the high wind and check it was still standing. Apart from one smaller broken limb, it somehow made it through each storm.
This week, a friend pruned it to a more manageable size. Some of it is now in the wood shed. The rest is waiting further processing, apart from a little which is hanging from our front door, as a wreath. It only seems right. It is simple and I may dress it up as the season changes, but I’m pleased with it. I think I may need to make a few more of these.
As I took the photo, I noticed a cocoon above the door. A little creature who’s chosen to overwinter at the top of our front door. Waiting for Spring. Our willow tree will hopefully be sprouting around about that time too. Starting the whole cycle off again. A warming thought as the nights draw in.
When we moved into our house 18 years ago, we were heartened to find that someone, many years before, had planted trees. There was oak, beech, holly, spruce and hawthorn, although I suspect the birds planted the latter. There was also a yew tree. Still is. In fact they are all still there except the spruce, which had the misfortune to be planted next to the electricity cables.
When I was a child, I used to disappear into the woods for hours with a group of friends. There was a small cluster of yew trees that we’d head to every time. The branches of these trees were perfect for climbing and hanging out in. It was our club house. We thought it was our secret place. As children do.
To find a yew tree in our new garden, seemed like a good sign of times to come. Brought back those lovely, carefree memories. I haven’t climbed our yew tree. My children do. I have a bench underneath it where I can sit and see most of the garden. Making it a good place to just hang out.
An aside: One of my favourite jokes, which make the children groan each time I say it.
Q. Why do you find yew trees growing outside churches?
A. Because they can’t grow inside.
And on that note…linking up for #AlphabetPhoto with my Y is yew tree.
It is an age old truth that when a crafter* starts a project, before that project is complete, many more projects may have left the starting post. The next idea will start nagging, or the urge to knit becomes more important than the act of sewing. It might be a lack of self – discipline, but I’d prefer to call it multi-tasking.
(*there are always exceptions to the rule. I wish I knew their secret.)
So first I give you a ta-da. My Beekeeper Quilt is finally finished. (fanfare, please) All sewn up and being used. I love it. This has been such a satisfying project, but it’s taken soooo long. I loved knitting the individual hexis. Each one was like a little project of its own. The sewing stage was a tad tedious, but would I make another? Oh yes, although I’m not sure I need two of these quilts.
One knitting project down and two others on the go. One is a present in the making, so photos to follow after Christmas. The other is a jumper for me. I know! When did I last knit a jumper for me? Not sure, but here it is. This is a well tested pattern. It was the first pattern I ever knitted. I still have that beginner’s jumper. So well worn that it’s now only good enough for gardening. Time for a new one. In red.
I do have a number of sewing projects on the go. I can’t even bring myself to count how many. (hides head in hands). I start. Then something happens and I start another. An ongoing project is my Dear Daughter quilt. I have the next block ready, with just some extra applique to add.
Luckily the children seem able to start a project and finish it. Well almost. They still seem to think that the last one at the table, clears up. That would be me. They are fast runners. Masters of stealth and distraction. Oh well. I just need to bottle their enthusiasm and determination, for later use. Might get a few more sewing projects finished.
Please tell me that I’m not the only one with many crafty projects on the go.