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daily parcels * tied up in string *

daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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Location: Katoomba, NSW, Australia

here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

Plan ahead and dream of all the beautiful things that life has to offer

March 13, 2006

and a crooked apple tree

I want to have a little house
with sunlight on the floor
A chimney with a rosy hearth,
and lilacs by the door
with windows looking
east and west
and room beside the
garden fence
For hollyhocks to be!
- Nancy Byrd Turner-
I have loved this poem for years, since reading it in Country Living, Gardener in 1998, years before I moved into our home, here in Woodford. And guess what? I have just about all of it now.Except for hollyhocks, I struggle with those, year after year. This year I am determined to get some growing.I was a little worried what you were all thinking about me yesterday, dancing around with my tail feathers 'round my apple tree * seems most of you think it is perfectly normal. Just like something out of the divine secrets of the ya-ya sisterhood. But just wanted to share a few pictures of my gorgeous old apple tree - then you will know why I will be sad if it died. However, I have all the nature spirits, saints and angels & devic forces from every religion and belief imaginable, healing this tree - it will surely be ok.


Blogger Connie and Rob said...

Oh your tree is lovely. I hope it gets better.

Take care,

5:32 pm  
Blogger Nicole said...

That breaks my heart.. trees have their own spirits and reflect emotions (I believe) and this saddens me to think about. I do hope your tree gets better soon too. I have missed reading your words these past few days and am very glad to be 'home'.

Every time you post the word 'Woodford' I blush ;)
Woodford is in New South Wales you know!

9:18 pm  
Blogger Carol said...

It's a beautiful old apple tree Robyn and I send my best whishes for good health to him!

12:11 am  
Blogger Peggy said...

The perfect tree to sit under with a cup of tea and refect on the days events. I am sure with all the positive energy the tree is getting it is getting stronger every day.

12:21 am  
Blogger pat winter said...

I love that poem. I live in that house it describes! Lilacs at the door,crooked apple tree and all! I hope yours recovers soon.

6:52 am  
Blogger Maggie Ann said...

I love the poem too!It's the first I've heard it. How special..reminds me of 'Anne's House of Dreams, by L.M.Montgomery.

5:33 pm  

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