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Leaning against Tree’s.

30 Wednesday Apr 2014

Posted by stephpep56 in tree's

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Life under a chestnut tree.

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I flit between

The caravan and the chestnut tree,

 Where Victorian ladies bounce and sway and toss their flowery heads’.

 I lean back in my camping chair,

  And peer among the  leaves

   In daylight, a verdant green,

  by evening, darkening.

Above, my neighbour, a squirrel, peers back at me,

a fox trots by, unperturbed by my presence.

( a shadowy Familiar maybe)

If I stretch out my hand I could touch his rusty coat.

My glass of wine turns purple now in the fading light.

 

This morning, seeing a willow tree in a field, I remember an important wish (I can’t tell you what it is , its too personal to share)

Getting off the yellow bicycle I approach the willow and tie a knot in a pliable sapling and make my request,

If its granted I will return to the willow and untie the sapling and leave the willow a small gift….a ribbon maybe.

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An odd pastime I hear you say.

But I admit,

Sometimes, when no one is looking, I do odd thing’s

Lie in the grass, for example, with my face pressed against the earth, smelling the tiny herbs, yellow bedstraw, wild thyme, birdsfoot trefoil, harebell.

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Watching the insects in their miniature world, scurrying about on their daily business.

But mostly I lean against tree’s.

These mornings the skies are blue, the days are lengthening and getting warmer,

the Sun peeps over the horizon at about 6 am and the birds are going crazy with love.

My thoughts have not yet turned to the sea.

They are drawn inland instead towards the tree’s

I’ll blame it on the swallows,

On a recent morning when I was out and about on the yellow bike foraging, I heard their familiar call and  following their flight, my eyes shaded against the sun, I noticed the tree’s.

While I was busy with my head down, rooting in the ditches for nettles and goose grass they were coming into leaf.

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Time to look up and take note,

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Oh what green’s…(and sometimes reds and pinks and white’s)

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And Its not just their colours though, it’s how Tree’s are…

Strong, Calm, Trustworthy.

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Thomas Hardy wrote in under the green wood ” To dwellers in a wood almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature”

So true,

They have their moments too,

They rustle their leaves in the breeze

Sway and sigh in the wind.

Toss their heads and moan and groan in the storm

But mostly they are grave and solemn and stalworthy.

And its to the tree’s I go when my own brain is tossing and turning,

Standing among them or leaning against them, I am calmed.

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when I lay my perturbed head against their trunk’s, I swear I can hear them breathe..

Long ago before TV or Skype or even record player’s, people might go out to the woods to ‘ wind whisper’

They would lie under a tree with a question in their heads and drifting into quiet wondering, the question always in their mind’s and focusing on the wind moving though the leaves  they would lie patiently and after a while the answer would come to them.

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At my Mother’s house there is a wonderful old chestnut tree.

It has watched me grow from a small baby asleep outside in my pram to a toddler stumbling across it;s root’s

A climbing child among its branches…

My dad made us a tree house in its fork and once I fell out and landed on my backside,

I wasn’t allowed to go running for sympathy, for if my parents knew of my fall, the tree house would be seen as a danger and dismantled..

We were loyal to each other my siblings and I and there was an unspoken rule !

The telling of such tales was not allowed as it would spoil the fun for the other more careful climber’s.

So I had to put up with my bruised and painful behind and get on with it .

This has been more or less my philosophy in life since.

I remember a dark side to this tree too, We had a goat, her name was Jinny and we fed her chestnut leaves, lots and lots of them.

She blew up like a balloon, keeled over and died.

But it would be unfair to blame the chestnut tree for this when It was obviously the greed of the goat.

In later years when, through circumstances beyond my control, I lived for a while in my little camper , parked under this very chestnut tree and It became my living room.

Placing a picnic table and two canvas chairs I spent many summer evenings after a hectic day at the hospital, sitting under the cool pale green of its leaves, sipping wine and writing.

I loved its candles though I felt Victorian ladies, swaying in the wind  was a better comparison.

My neighbour was a squirrel then, not at all perplexed by my presence and many an evening a fox trotted by so closely I could have lent forward and stroked its red coat.

I was happy living there .

I do remember those cycles home from work, looking into people’s kitchens and living rooms and wishing I had a proper home,

But once I sat under my chestnut tree and gazed up through its darkening leaves as the evening drew to a close I felt safe and content and aware that if I did have a house I wouldn’t experience this …

And I’m sure the chestnut tree was shaking its head and thinking to itself….”I knew from the day she fell from my branches that life wouldn’t be all plain sailing for this one.”

But the chestnut tree is not a native of Ireland, and therefore does not grow within the ancient list of Sacred Celtic tree’s.

Which are ..

The Oak(of course) the druids would never meet for a ritual without this tree being present.

The Yew…(the oldest and may be used to enhance magic and induce visions)

The Apple.(for sweetness and love )

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The Ash    (put leaves under your pillow for psychic dreams)

The Pine( One of the seven sacred tree’s of Ireland….it is said that whilst the holly and the oak vie for supremacy, the pine is tranquil and peace-loving)

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The Hazel…..WB Yeats wrote this beautiful poem about the Hazel.

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/244302

If outside and in need of protection quickly draw a circle around yourself with a hazel stick and you will be safe.

Of course Hazel nuts fed the salmon of knowledge of which the story of Fionn mac Comhaill.is about..translated as the blond son of Hazel, how we enjoyed this story when we were young (see below).

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fionn_mac_Cumhaill.

The Rowan…A Rowan staff is said to protect travellers during night time wandering.

The Birch…Whose spell’s intrigues me, for example…

…..If you are looking for love, take a piece of birch bark, throw it into a stream, saying these word’s  ‘message of love I set you free to capture a love and return to me’,

We are told it is unwise to aim it towards a specific person as that would violate the spell.

Seemingly they must come of their own free will……..

You can also carry a piece of birch bark in your pocket if you are afraid of the sioga (faeries) kidnapping you and leading you astray…

The Alder…..Essence of Alder is invigorating and also helps reduce nervousness and anxiety.

The Elder….my favourite tree , I love to make elderflower fritters from its flowers.

Here is my recipe

  • Pick a bunch of elder flower heads (leave a one inch of stalk attached)
  • Place  some cooking oil in a deep pan
  • Make a simple batter with one egg, i cup ice cold sparkling water , 3/4 cup of plain flower and pinch of soda bicarbonate, beaten together until smooth.
  • Don’t wash the elderflower heads but just shake them gently to remove any bugs…
  • Heat the oil.
  • Holding onto the stalk, dip the heads in the batter and try to get them well coated, then drop them into the hot oil until lightly brown and crispy,
  • Just do two or three at a time and let the oil reheat between each batch.
  • As they float to the top, use the stalk to lift them out.
  • Place on a paper towel then transfer to plate and sprinkle with some sugar, eat straight away.

I don’t have any photo yet as they won’t flower till June .

The Holly, with its beautiful white wood.

The Willow,….Hopefully tomorrow I will have good new’s. and will go and untie my knot in the willow sapling and leave a gift.

And probably my all time favourite ,

The Hawthorn,,,,tree of magic and mystery and the Sidhe ….not to be tampered with…

Stories abound of what happened to folk who ploughed up or dug up these tree’s where it is said the sidhe (thought to be descendants of the ‘Tuatha de danann’ reside),

These fairies are not as we imagine….tiny beings with wings, they are strong and proud beings who through misfortune live in the underworld…

It is said that when they are around the wind whips up and the sense in the air is that of a thousand humming bee’s.

There are many beautiful tales of these great mythological heroes of Ireland

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuatha_D%C3%A9_Danann

Well I think I have inundated you enough with tree’s.

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And as tomorrow is La Bealtaine and I have to be up before the dawn to pick wild flowers to strew across my lintel and protect for the year and welcome in the summer.

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I will bid you good night .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Trying my hand at Haiku.

11 Friday Apr 2014

Posted by stephpep56 in haiku

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Leaning against an apple tree

the yellow bicycle

Spade, hoe and rake anxiously awaiting.

Oh Haiku! Its definition as difficult as its form…

Haiku (according to Wikipedia)is a very short form of Japanese poetry typically characterized by three qualities.

  • The essence of Haiku is ‘cutting’ (kiri) this is often represented by the juxtaposition of two images or idea’s  and a ‘cutting’ word between them, a kind of verbal punctuation mark which signals the moment of separation and colours the manner in which the juxtaposed elements are related.
  • Traditional haiku consist of 17 on (also known as morae) in three phrases of 5, 7, and 5 on
  • a kigo (seasonal reference) is usually drawn from a saijiki (an extensive but defined list of word’s)

As you can see, my attempt is far from perfect, in fact it doesn’t even come any where near the beautiful allusionally evocative nature associated traditional Haiku’s.

BUT Like any stubborn individual I will persevere.

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Down the ancient mass path

through briar and rough grass,

but oh how warm the sun is on my back.

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spring sun lights on worn out paths

how pleasant on far off days

to take this way to mass.

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A door to nowhere 

How bizarre that seems

And high over head a hawk watches.

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How kind to cut and lay this path

look how my feet stay dry

nearby a bee alights.

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Further now we lose our way

but who can tell when one is lost

It is the journey not the destiny

That matters.

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Soft wonderful light,

and shade too

The tree’s are awaking.

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Oh yes ,It was here I fell

nothing broken

but my dignity and a patch of nettles.

 

 

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An old gate

a tired bicycle

we make our way home happily.

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blue and yellow flowers

A grassy bank

what else should one do but rest a while.

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Maple leaves unfurl

they know their beauty

and yet they are not vain

the yellow bicycle

though rough and ready

also knows her worth………..

fin.

 

 

 

 

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Fabulously feasting on wild food (the yellow bicycle goes foraging)

02 Wednesday Apr 2014

Posted by stephpep56 in feasting

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In my opinion nothing tastes nicer on a fine spring evening than a plate of fabulous pan fried wild foraged fritters.

A bit of a mouthful you might say.

But what if I added, fritter’s made of nettle, goose grass and gorse flower with violet honey?

Would that tickle your taste buds? Oh and washed down with some cold Sancerre.

A meal fit for a king I hope you agree.

Because that’s the plan for this evenings supper.

But first to gather the ingredients.

I wake early.

Best pick while the morning dew is still on the leaves.

‘We are going foraging’  I tell the yellow bicycle, busily gathering up some bags and bowl.

She doesn’t reply. She is just a bicycle after all.

We head out the door.

I was about to tell the purple bicycle who is still snoozing, to mind the house, to not let the bamboo in, to not forget to water the yucca. foraging 2088 But I catch myself in time.

Sometimes I forget my bicycles are not human.

I do see the yellow bicycle as my sort of magic carpet though.

And this morning as I sit on the saddle and say ” take me foraging” I see no differently.

Away we go.

There is a designated cycle path along the road where I live which is truly wonderful. I can pedal along quite safely on the busy dual carriageway looking to the sea on my left and the fields of gorse to my right.

I often see racing cyclists still using the dual carriage way and cycling two abreast , causing motorists to become irritated.

But maybe they are unaware of the cycle path.

Maybe because, mostly they have their heads down between the handle bars for a good view of tarmacadam and  they just don’t see these lovely paths built for their and my benefit.

We get up the hill in first gear (the yellow bicycle has three) which I am proud of as we don’t always make it and turn left at the roundabout onto a single lane road, then right onto an even smaller road , a road with no white line in the centre. foraging 1957 A wiggly windy ‘my kind’ of road with a few hill’s and little traffic.

One of the hills proves too steep, which I am happy about, because when I get off to walk I notice a carpet of violets on a sunny bank.

I take out a bowl and start to pick. foraging 1950 Now normally I never forage along a roadside, but violet’s of such quality are hard to come by, plus no car has passed me since I turned onto this road and the grassy bank is high and away from the tarmac.

Within minutes I have gathered enough and still there is an endless supply left for the small honey bee that has become my companion (though he appears more interested in a nearby dandelion). foraging 1953 At the bottom of the next hill I hear the sound of running water.

A small stream is disappearing under a stone bridge.

I stop to look over the bridge and notice a locked farm gate with a pedestrian gate at the side. foraging 1983It’s one of those gates which open half way to let you half way through and then when you shut it, it lets you through the rest of the way.

All very well for a person but not made to fit a bicycle.

So its off with the baskets and I lift the heavy yellow ticklish bike and do a sort of hip wiggling manoeuvre and we’re through.

The lane way we are on now is muddy and tree lined and runs along side the stream. The noise of car’s on the disant dual carriage way fades and the noise of bird song and the running of water takes over. foraging 1963 The sun is glinting on leaves and throwing long shadows across our path.

Its a gentle calm place and I would have been happy to stay on it forever and just keep slowly pedalling but soon we come to a second gate and here the lane ends  and opens out into a large field. foraging 1979 This time the gate proved too high for me to lift the yellow bike over so I parked her among a nice bunch of cheery celandine, went through alone and headed off on foot. foraging 1987Looking back I could see the yellow bike blinking nervously in the sunlight behind the gate, trying to be brave. foraging 2007 I may seem cruel as I know her imagination can run amok and she begins to see all sort’s of monsters and other faerie like thing’s (even though I repeatedly tell her that tree monster’s and dragon’s just don’t exist). foraging 2013‘Ring your bell if your worried’ I call to her, checking first to make sure there are no other humans within earshot(I wouldn’t like to be thought of as odd)foraging 2022 I spy a beautiful clump of nettles!

Nettles have incredibly endless health giving properties,

I would lose count if I were to list them all. So instead please read below.

http://www.herbwisdom.com/herb-nettle.html.

There is an art to picking nettles by bare hand.

It is not for the faint hearted and you will not be seen to be a wimp if you resort to gloves or a plastic bag with your hand in it.

The trick is in the method and you have to be confident.

Firstly, where you pick from the plant will depend on what you are making.

I use the tip i.e. the top three young leaves for tissane’s, soups and colcannon.

I use the larger leaves from further down the stem for whole leaf tempura.

Once you have decided which you are going for just grasp it very firmly and with a squeezing action between your thumb and first finger.

If you do this firmly enough I promise it won’t sting and just mind you don’t brush off any other nettles.

Behind the nettles I spy some juicy goose grass. foraging 1955 Goose grass also has amazing health giving properties but again don’t take my word for it . http://www.herbalextractsplus.com/goose-grass.html.

Now goose grass is easy to pick but for the tastiest parts just pick the top inch or so as lower than that it becomes stringy.

I sometimes pick longer pieces and trim when I get home. foraging 2018 I gather a good handful and suddenly I spy some more violets.

I sigh blissfully and stoop to smell them.

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I’m humming happily to myself now , doing what I love best, being near to the ground and nature.

I get distracted by a ladybird on a nettle leaf. foraging 1991 ‘How come you are not getting stung little ladybird’ but she ignores me and carry’s on with her business.

The sun is higher now and I hurry along to pick my final ingredient.

Gorse flower’s! Why am I not surprised to learn that the health benefit of this sunny yellow flower, smelling of coconut, might take the form in the lifting of one’s spirits.

http://www.naturalhealingnews.com/restore-hope-with-gorse/#.UzwzqPnxqWY.

I start to pick a happy bowl and again I am surprised by more ladybirds. Joyful little one’s, munching away at the aphid’s.

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Soon I have a bowlful.

The yellow colour is striking against the blue of the violets. foraging 2040

I make a fuss of the yellow bicycle and promise as a reward that we will cycle back by the garden centre and see has the Cherry blossom begun to bloom yet.

Back along the muddy path we go to the end of the lane.

I undo the basket once again and lift the yellow bike over the gate (it seem’s easier this time)

Refastening the basket I inhale the heady scent of violets and gorse blossom.

We sail around the corner, ignoring a small dog that shoots out of a gate and snaps at our wheels.

We are going so fast now he hasn’t a hope in catching us .

And then we slow down….

WOW…….. we sigh…..and reverently, slowly, gently, push forward to take a closer look .

There she is….

festooned in a thousand snow flower’s….

The faerie princess of all tree’s,

Magnificent in her white frothy dress.

I know what the yellow bicycle is wishing for.

I gently wheel her until she is standing under the white cherry blossoms.

foraging 2064 But the story isn’t finished yet.

We head home after our long day to make what we had planned.

Our delicious nettle , goose grass , and gorse flower fritter’s with violet honey and here is how we made them…..

For the fritters take……

I handful of nettles(ouch).

I handful of goose grass.

I handful of gorse flowers.

One egg(from a golden goose if you can find one ,otherwise a hen’s egg will do)

I cup self raising flower.

1/2 tsp of tumeric.

pinch sea salt.

I cup of chilled sparkling water.

Oil for frying.

One female goat (optional)

Method…. Steam the nettles and goose grass until soft and well wilted allow to cool then chop into inch size pieces.

Mix together the flour , turmeric and salt in a bowl.

Add egg(golden or plain) and water to flour mixture and whisk briskly until smooth,

Add cooled steamed nettles and goose grass and fold in.

Fold in raw gorse flower’s.

Heat oil in a pan.

Add spoonfuls of mixture and flatten slightly.

Cook on one side and when well brown turn and cook on other side.

Add a piece of goats cheese and let melt if lucky (goats can be found lurking around foraging area’s but maybe hard to catch and milk) please don’t feel you are cheating if you buy some goats cheese on your way home.

Place browned and crispy fritters on plate and serve with small dollop of violet honey.

To make violet honey…. pour honey into small jar and add violets.

Stir gently and serve immeadiatly. foraging 2081 Wash down with large glass of Sancerre (any fruity wine will suffice)

Your feast should look something like this.

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I would like to take this opportunity to say I cannot be held responsible for anyone who picks the wrong plant, gets badly stung by nettles, bee’s or wasp’s or gets butted in the behind by an irate goat. 🙂 Enjoy your meal.

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Writer, storyteller, Artist, photographer, mother and grandmother, with a passion for living in the moment, for nature and gardening and meditatively pedalling my yellow bicycle which helps inspire my stories and observations of life. And what better place to be from and to live and cycle in then Ireland. A country filled to the brim with songs and stories, small boreens, lakes, mountains and wild seas. In between all the above I just about manage to squeeze in my real job as a nurse in a busy Hospital.

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The Sketchbook

MOSTLY MONTREAL, MOST OF THE TIME

Crank and Cog

Wanderers on two wheels!

Yvonnecullen's Blog

Just another WordPress.com site

a french garden

Reflections on nature in a garden in France

tinlizzieridesagain

Adventures in Bikeable Fashion

Donna Cooney

Beauty is a form of Genius

MERRY HAPPY

Louisa May Alcott is My Passion

Begun in 2010, this blog offers analysis and reflection by Susan Bailey on the life, works and legacy of Louisa May Alcott and her family. Susan is an active member and supporter of the Louisa May Alcott Society, the Fruitlands Museum and Louisa May Alcott's Orchard House.

acoffeestainedlife.wordpress.com/

From a less than perfect life.. but I keep trying.

wildsherkin

Once upon an island...the musings and makings of a part-time islander

The clueless photographer

Pietro Mascolo - IZ4VVE

Frog Pond Farm

Julie's garden ramblings ...

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Persevere

By Dan Sims

ALYAZYA

A little something for you.

Singersong Blog

An Aussie in County Clare

An Oldie Outdoors

Trail Blogs : Gear : Outdoor Life

Dartmoor Wild Camper

My wild camping adventures on Dartmoor.

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