Saturday, 16 March 2013

Poetry Saturday . . . the oak . . .






Live thy Life;  
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold.



Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed,
Soberer-hued
Cold again.



All his leaves
Fall'n at length,
Look, he stands.
Trunk and bough,
Naked Strength.
~Alfred Lord Tennyson


There was a very large oak tree in the gardens at the Manor down South where we worked.  They said it was a Domesday Oak and dated back to the Domesday Book of 1066.

This is a piece I found written about it on the BBC online:

It is exciting at this time of the 900th anniversary of the Domesday Book to work in the vicinity of a relic of those early times.We gained permission to go and see the Domesday Oak, the surviving tree of ANDERIDA, an ancient wealden forest.It is possibly 14 or 15 hundred years old.Without any warning in the summer of 1945 it broke in two, but even now with a split trunk it is still very much alive.It has a girth of about 11 metres. Today reinforcing concrete is used to support it.The tree gave us a feeling of history and is a link with the original book.

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This is a picture I had taken of it when we were down there.  It's almost impossible to depict the scale of it's size.  It was enormous, absolutely enormous.   No picture I ever took of it was able to capture it perfectly.  I always thought to myself that if it could talk it would certainly have lots to say!

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A painting which I did yesterday in watercolor.    I really enjoy working in watercolors.   She is communing with a crow.  Not everyone's favourite bird I guess.   Actually I do remember one of the neighbors having some tame ones when I was a girl and they were vicious.  They used to chase me when I was riding my bicycle.  I remember being terrified of them, and I think they knew it!

Yesterdays silver lining . . . an unexpected visit from a friend which brought a smile to my heart.  It is always nice to spend time with a good friend, no matter how short the visit.

A thought to carry with you through today . . .

We cannot change our past.  We cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way.  We cannot change the inevitable.  The only thing we can do is play on the string we have, and that is our attitude.
~Charles Swindoll

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Cooking in The English Kitchen today . . . Crunchy Bread Pudding.

 

3 comments:

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

I was quite taken with that first picture with the owl and the fox. It's hard to imagine what kind of memories a tree would have after surviving that long. It must have been awesome seeing a tree that big. Hope you have a super Saturday!

La Table De Nana said...

I love trees:) So much personality most if not all have..and I have been known to literally hug one for strength at one point:)

Neesie said...

Wow that's one incredible tree Marie,
I adore trees and like you imagine if they could talk just what wonderful stories they might tell.
Your watercolour is beautiful. So pretty :D
I've not been visiting lately sorry but it feels so good to be back!
Have a great week ;D