Saturday, November 1, 2008

Tree of tales

Location:
The view from my bedroom window

I see:
Since I moved into this place in April, I've watched this tree with fascination. It was full of blossoming pink buds back then. Then as Autumn rolled in, the oranges and browns gave the tree an extreme makeover. Now there are scarcely any leaves, yet it still stands tall and proud. And I think perhaps the tree is one of the sturdiest friends I have made in London.

3 comments:

Kate Greenaway said...

I love blossoms.

Trees, if they do not meet illness, will simply live forever. Isn't that amazing?

Sass said...

I've noticed that on several blogs I seem to be commenting directly after you. So I had to come check yours out.

I think the last line of this, "the tree is one of the sturdiest friends I have made in London," is so beautiful.

You're a very talented writer!

Raj said...

quite picturesque! loved how it ends..puts a completely different spin on the post.