Your life in the year of a tree

 

The leaf buds were bursting on the knobbly old oak tree as I opened the card: “Congratulations, from proud new grandparents.”

Before you started school we lived outside under that tree when it was hot.  Painting “my family” smudgy pictures in the dappled shade.

So many autumn leaves – you helped sweep them up. Bonfire and fireworks, soup and toffee in your den: “Adults keep out”.

A ring tone jarred as snow settled silently on the branches and smouldering logs filled the house with a sweet smoky smell.  “Hi mum, b home from uni b4 xmas eve, xxx.”