Thursday, August 11, 2011

Reflections of an Oak Stump

When the Red House was first built, I and my oak tree friends towered over it.

Parched of thirst from the long drought and roots pummeled by machines, I grew ill with hypoxylon canker and was cut down.

Only part of me remains among the garden, a seat of remembrance.

The garden fairies look after me

and call me home.

If you look closely, in the early morning light, you might catch a glimpse of a wee garden fairy peering out of its front door.


  1. What a beautiful home you have. I was looking down through your postings and I love your pink clematis climbing the rail fence. So pretty. Thanks for dropping by my blog.

  2. Thank you! I wish I could take credit for the pink clematis, that one is actually my mother-in-law's. :)
    I do want to say, I love the mosaic that you have as the header of your blog. Your pictures are stunning!


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