Thanks Jo! It’s amazing how people get caught up in the so-called must see attractions and see a vacation through a camera. Anymore I bet a lot of us see life through a camera. Selfies and all. Are we walking through life or into it? I love how you point out that the trees are right in front of us. All we need to do is open our eyes. Maybe that’s heart before eyes? Thank you for being a guardian of your mountain. A guardian of 5AM. A guardian of Home. Thanks for showing up to write. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️💫
The wisdom of Wānaka the masculine energy tree, and a near frozen hug ... bet those fairies are sliding all over the place. Pity tourists don't pause to have chat with them, soak up the wisdom from the tree and his neighbours — a wink and nod to being ... as your legs pump your prayers into the Earth with those glorious sunrise jogs. We have had the Otway blanket of fog the last two mornings, so no sun poking through until lunchtime. A balmy 7 degrees this morning. Here's to solitude, and the memories you have of the kids around the lake — the trees remember, I am sure they do. Lots of love from across the ditch Jo, have a great week. 🙏❄️🌱💛
Thank you Simone. Lovely to have you here all rugged up with me. The Otway Blanket. Such an evocative name! I guess the equivalent to the Wānaka Inversion. Hope the fairies come out to play for you too. Have a great week. xx. 🙏❄️🌱💛
Yeah, I guess it is 🤣😶🌫️ ... we have only had a couple of frosts, nothing quite as spectacular as yours ❄️. The fairies are here, swinging from the Winter flowers. Lots of love 🧚♂️💛
Why this tree, when there are gazillions? Why this person, when the world is full of faces? Some beings simply step forward.
I love how this Wānaka Tree has moved out of the background and taken on the role of the Solitary One … the figure who stands apart, endures and witnesses. A being who many moons ago outgrew his assigned role and quietly began living the myth of the Self.
When tourists or fans flock, they’re not really seeking a tree or a person. They’re seeking contact with the archetype … even if they don’t know it. Their buses line up for an image of solitude, endurance, beauty rising out of water. To stand for a moment beside something that feels almost like a blessing.
But you’re responding to something deeper: the loss of the tree’s sanctuary, and your own. He’s become your tree friend, your witness, your quiet masculine presence … the Animus who stands in the cold and keeps his shape. Just like you.
It’s the sadness of watching something sacred become a spectacle. It’s the grief when the world rushes past what we love.
One tree becomes "the" one because it carries our story back to us. As a person sometimes does. In my experience, the soul never chooses its symbols by accident ... its precision is exquisite, the way dreams are.
Beautiful writing, Jo. Always, you touch something deep in me.
My goddess! Every line here Deborah made me pause, reflect and wonder. Thank you.
You have actually made me look at the tourists slightly differently. I have been hard on them in this piece of writing, whereas usually in real life I am quite accommodating! Honestly! But you are right, they are seeking contact with the archetype! Of course You would see that with all your expertise on that subject. They wish to stand beside something that allows them to perhaps carry their story back to them as you say. So that certainly gives me more tenderness. BUT I have to say for so many it does seem it is about the photo and the getting and the taking and head down on phone all the way there and back. That is not sacred at all in my very judgmental opinion!
I just love your whole comment here which has taken it so much further than mine: The Tree..."taken on the role of the Solitary One … the figure who stands apart, endures and witnesses." Yes Yes Yes.
By the way I am not sure I keep my shape as I stand in the cold but I do love the image and feel grateful you see me that way!
Thank you so much Deborah. Your insightful wise comments always blow me away. They are a sacred kiss themselves. xxx 💖🙏✨
Aww, you’re too kind, Jo. I’m just a "muser" really ... I muse on things and your reply took me straight back to the National Gallery in London, where my youngest daughter and I once inched our way through a packed room just to stand for a moment before Van Gogh’s Sunflowers.
We were crushed like sardines, hot and breathless, but we stayed until we too could stand beside it and drink in what felt like pure elixir. I remember my whole body convulsing with indescribable joy the moment I met the archetype. Most people don’t know why they endure the crush for something so magnificent ... but we do now.
Re keeping shape, I was thinking about your "morning run" and how you too work at keeping your shape as you stand in the cold. Oh, sacred kiss received and returned! 🙏💖✨💋
Beautiful, touching post, Jo. Wonderful to hear about a new project. As you expand your power as a writer 'i'm cheering you on. The rootedness to place and determination to refuse uprooting that you are documenting asserts and defends a vital piece of reality. As humans we all belong to a "somewhere" for which we share responsibility. In sleep at night, no one is actually absent from the Earth, except astronauts, temporarily. I'm always struck now by how many pieces of communication provide no clue to where on they originated, as though cyberspace is the only location we inhabit. A prime indication of the disconnection process at the bottom of all the destruction we are seeing.
Hello dear Pauline and thank you for your heart felt wise response.
Cyberspace disconnection is definitely a major issue.
Rootedness to place, just like the trees. So important for a sense of security and wellbeing. You know that too.
The "project" has probably been happening for years without me calling it a project. I only realised there was something in it late last year. I find only an hour or so early morning to work on any creative ideas but the sense of purpose this gives is life giving. Life saving in fact.
I hope all is well for you and your family. Sending love and gratitude. 🙏💛
Oh Jo, I am with you in every pissed off feeling and thought when it comes to tourists and trees! And even more so with those that cut trees down because they are blocking a view or light or they simply don't want a tree to stand where its stood for the last 100 plus years or more! I could weep at the utter sadness and senseless destruction... I do! Often!
I don't remember which post it was where I wrote of the utter heartbreak I felt when a whole line of oak trees were cut to make way for a telephone line but I still remember the carnage and the horror of seeing trees that were, in this case, over 200 years old cut down, the finality of their lives, the history and all the sacred stories held within their vast trunks halted forevermore.. not even one has sprouted new shoots. The loss is too immense to even categorise...
Sending love dear soul...
BTW I think trees know which of us love and notice and which of us don't... they remember even in death. Hold that thought ♥️xx
Oh I wish so many places and living things were left to be themselves so we could enjoy them quietly without the pomp and the crowds, so there was no danger of them being defaced or cut down for kicks or fame. I am awash with indignation at hoards of people who traipse all over beauty that they do not seem to see to reach the ‘perfect’ spot… but then I wonder at myself, and know that this beauty is for all to enjoy (I just wish everyone would enjoy it quietly and in smaller numbers and not leave their rubbish and destructive legacy behind them) Anywhoooooooo, rant over. Suffice to say, I hear you. My very own axis mundi goes completely unnoticed by the crowds, for which I am ever grateful — and while I feel a little selfish not to tell the world of her beauty, I keep her secret as she would have me keep it. Write on, dear Jo, I am enjoying these snippets of your project very much xx
Rant away Emily. 💖. You have the same frustrations as I do and also the same awareness that we too are part of "the people watchers"! But we don't "traipse" all over beauty though do we? We cherish it. Anywhoooooooo.... as you say. 😀. I am curious as to what your axis mundi is.... But these things are best as secrets as you say. I have mine also. Go visit. Write about it. Or not. Let Her tell you in her way that all you are doing is perfect. You know Emily, I was listening to a snippet of Eckhart this morning when he was talking about the creative act. How Einstein used to think, write, then go and play violin in his kitchen. How it helped the flow to go from mind to no mind, to doing to being, from thinking to flow, from one discipline to another. It was reassuring for me and I thought it may be for you. I thought of you with all your different creative outlets and also your more mind based accounting work. Anywhoooooooo! xx 💖🙏✨
Ha!! Anywhooooooo! Says a great deal doesn’t it. My axis mundi is a dead tree - the time-before-last-time I visited her, I took the wrong path and couldn’t find her and thought she’d been cut down as I could only find a stump and the woods looked so different. But more recently, I walked there again, and there she was, inconspicuous in her corner of scruffy woodland, waiting for me to stop by. I’d love to listen to the snippet you mention — it sounds intriguing and exactly the kind of thing I need to listen to if you are able to share a link maybe? I will send photos of my axis mundi xx
Ah I love it. A dead tree who is hiding behind "wrong" paths and "right" paths. Alive in spirit no doubt. Look forward to seeing her if you do want to share.
A couple of links here you may find reassuring/inspiring: Sorry I'm not sure if my links will work. Not so good at this. Let me know. xx
I felt every word of this in my chest. The way you speak of that tree -- not as an icon but as a Being with a story, a destiny, a solitude worth protecting -- I know that feeling. My own moment like this came last winter at a waterfall that undid me in the same way your Wānaka Tree does you. That fierce love, that grief, that sense of guardianship...it's read.
Thank you for naming what so many of us feel: that the land is alive, and that our heartbreak for it is a kind of devotion. Sending love, XO
Thanks so much Danielle. Fellow earth lover, waterfalls, trees, all of it, communicating, telling a story. Whether we want to listen is up to us. I think we are richer for it. Have a wonder full week. 🙏💛
Isn't it strange how even trees (and other non-human sentient beings) are turned into celebrities by our crazy anthropocentric 'celebrity-culture', which is tied to the consumer and tourist industrial complex...?
It makes me wonder about the tree spirits (the dryads) and the tree as a microcosm – the natural habitats for gazillions of creatures, dwelling in or around the tree, or visiting or resting as they migrate on their life's journeys, all that life that no tourist's phone-camera at the ready will ever be able to capture.
A few years ago we had a huge and presumably quite ancient eucalyptus tree in our garden which needed to be felled for safety purposes, the trunk was already quite rotten and hollow in places, and if it had come down in a storm it could have fallen on our house or garage and destroyed a building. What I found most troubling about the felling of the tree was the murder of crows who regularly gathered in the crown and seemed to have exuberant clan meetings in this particular tree.
So I spent some time talking to the crows and the tree itself before the tree surgeon came with his team, asking them to share the news with all the other beings inhabiting this tree-world that this was the end of an era...
Hello fellow spirit conversationalist. Love the idea of the murder of crows gathering in the crown of your ancient eucalyptus tree for their exuberant clan meetings. I hope the word spread quickly of the felling .
Thank you for your thoughtful and thought provoking reply. Much Love to you Veronika and Josh and the tree spirits. 💖🙏✨
Wanaka is a willow? Lovely name. Worth more than a hug . Resistance is the key here. À wold wide insistence to cut down trees disrespecting their space, right ti live. People cut them down for a view. Yet privacy is now gone.
Willows will regenerate, but animals like birds, insects and mammals suffer. Maybe this you’d new project. I do talk to my plants. They listen and are in no dress. They are healthy and disease, insect free. What do they say? Reduce stress live longer, reach got the stars Jo. Try growing a sweet potato inside. Keep up your health. Until next time.
😊 Thank you Richbee for your gorgeous reply of resistance. Yes, our animals, and insects, they do not regenerate and what a tragedy so many are dying out.
I love that you talk to your plants. So do I, and I know they appreciate it. Although I think I need to talk more ( maybe less?!) because they do have a few insects right now. The ones that should be residing elsewhere.
Research companion plants, those that are helpers to others to grow and ward off insects. You can listen to plants. See their needs. Curling spotted leaves. Try not to over or underwater/ fertilize. btw I eat my weeds. Make solar teas and even compost and in rain save earthworms. We are, after all, one big family. My sweet peas just started blooming and so fragrant. Be great to send you a bouquet. 💐
You sound like you have good green thumbs there Richbee. Yes companion planting is wonderful and I still have much to learn on that front. At the moment with all my moving its my house plants that I have remaining. They have adapted pretty well although I have certainly lost a few in the process.
I love sweet peas! Who doesn't love to recieve a bouquet! I will imagine it in my mind. Many thanks for your thoughts Richbee. 💐
Thanks Jo. As always, wishing the same for you at Home.
I get a feeling we learn from trees. We have come in recent years to understand that trees talk together in the ground, perhaps even further than we know. Perhaps there is better word than resistance?
I think resistance was the perfect word in that context Philip. Thank you.
And yes trees communicate sending messages through their roots. As of course they should. Why do so many humans think we are the only ones who can or should communicate! That we are the only intelligent beings. Ha what a joke. Intelligent? We have much to learn when we study and be with nature.
Thanks Jo! It’s amazing how people get caught up in the so-called must see attractions and see a vacation through a camera. Anymore I bet a lot of us see life through a camera. Selfies and all. Are we walking through life or into it? I love how you point out that the trees are right in front of us. All we need to do is open our eyes. Maybe that’s heart before eyes? Thank you for being a guardian of your mountain. A guardian of 5AM. A guardian of Home. Thanks for showing up to write. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️💫
Heart before eyes. ❤️ Thank you for seeing it all Jamie. As always.
Hope summer in the North is treating you well. 🙏❤️💫
Ah Jo,
The wisdom of Wānaka the masculine energy tree, and a near frozen hug ... bet those fairies are sliding all over the place. Pity tourists don't pause to have chat with them, soak up the wisdom from the tree and his neighbours — a wink and nod to being ... as your legs pump your prayers into the Earth with those glorious sunrise jogs. We have had the Otway blanket of fog the last two mornings, so no sun poking through until lunchtime. A balmy 7 degrees this morning. Here's to solitude, and the memories you have of the kids around the lake — the trees remember, I am sure they do. Lots of love from across the ditch Jo, have a great week. 🙏❄️🌱💛
Thank you Simone. Lovely to have you here all rugged up with me. The Otway Blanket. Such an evocative name! I guess the equivalent to the Wānaka Inversion. Hope the fairies come out to play for you too. Have a great week. xx. 🙏❄️🌱💛
Yeah, I guess it is 🤣😶🌫️ ... we have only had a couple of frosts, nothing quite as spectacular as yours ❄️. The fairies are here, swinging from the Winter flowers. Lots of love 🧚♂️💛
Dear Dawn-Bearer,
Why this tree, when there are gazillions? Why this person, when the world is full of faces? Some beings simply step forward.
I love how this Wānaka Tree has moved out of the background and taken on the role of the Solitary One … the figure who stands apart, endures and witnesses. A being who many moons ago outgrew his assigned role and quietly began living the myth of the Self.
When tourists or fans flock, they’re not really seeking a tree or a person. They’re seeking contact with the archetype … even if they don’t know it. Their buses line up for an image of solitude, endurance, beauty rising out of water. To stand for a moment beside something that feels almost like a blessing.
But you’re responding to something deeper: the loss of the tree’s sanctuary, and your own. He’s become your tree friend, your witness, your quiet masculine presence … the Animus who stands in the cold and keeps his shape. Just like you.
It’s the sadness of watching something sacred become a spectacle. It’s the grief when the world rushes past what we love.
One tree becomes "the" one because it carries our story back to us. As a person sometimes does. In my experience, the soul never chooses its symbols by accident ... its precision is exquisite, the way dreams are.
Beautiful writing, Jo. Always, you touch something deep in me.
Love and light, your poet friend, Deborah 💖🙏✨
My goddess! Every line here Deborah made me pause, reflect and wonder. Thank you.
You have actually made me look at the tourists slightly differently. I have been hard on them in this piece of writing, whereas usually in real life I am quite accommodating! Honestly! But you are right, they are seeking contact with the archetype! Of course You would see that with all your expertise on that subject. They wish to stand beside something that allows them to perhaps carry their story back to them as you say. So that certainly gives me more tenderness. BUT I have to say for so many it does seem it is about the photo and the getting and the taking and head down on phone all the way there and back. That is not sacred at all in my very judgmental opinion!
I just love your whole comment here which has taken it so much further than mine: The Tree..."taken on the role of the Solitary One … the figure who stands apart, endures and witnesses." Yes Yes Yes.
By the way I am not sure I keep my shape as I stand in the cold but I do love the image and feel grateful you see me that way!
Thank you so much Deborah. Your insightful wise comments always blow me away. They are a sacred kiss themselves. xxx 💖🙏✨
Aww, you’re too kind, Jo. I’m just a "muser" really ... I muse on things and your reply took me straight back to the National Gallery in London, where my youngest daughter and I once inched our way through a packed room just to stand for a moment before Van Gogh’s Sunflowers.
We were crushed like sardines, hot and breathless, but we stayed until we too could stand beside it and drink in what felt like pure elixir. I remember my whole body convulsing with indescribable joy the moment I met the archetype. Most people don’t know why they endure the crush for something so magnificent ... but we do now.
Re keeping shape, I was thinking about your "morning run" and how you too work at keeping your shape as you stand in the cold. Oh, sacred kiss received and returned! 🙏💖✨💋
Beautiful, touching post, Jo. Wonderful to hear about a new project. As you expand your power as a writer 'i'm cheering you on. The rootedness to place and determination to refuse uprooting that you are documenting asserts and defends a vital piece of reality. As humans we all belong to a "somewhere" for which we share responsibility. In sleep at night, no one is actually absent from the Earth, except astronauts, temporarily. I'm always struck now by how many pieces of communication provide no clue to where on they originated, as though cyberspace is the only location we inhabit. A prime indication of the disconnection process at the bottom of all the destruction we are seeing.
Hello dear Pauline and thank you for your heart felt wise response.
Cyberspace disconnection is definitely a major issue.
Rootedness to place, just like the trees. So important for a sense of security and wellbeing. You know that too.
The "project" has probably been happening for years without me calling it a project. I only realised there was something in it late last year. I find only an hour or so early morning to work on any creative ideas but the sense of purpose this gives is life giving. Life saving in fact.
I hope all is well for you and your family. Sending love and gratitude. 🙏💛
Oh Jo, I am with you in every pissed off feeling and thought when it comes to tourists and trees! And even more so with those that cut trees down because they are blocking a view or light or they simply don't want a tree to stand where its stood for the last 100 plus years or more! I could weep at the utter sadness and senseless destruction... I do! Often!
I don't remember which post it was where I wrote of the utter heartbreak I felt when a whole line of oak trees were cut to make way for a telephone line but I still remember the carnage and the horror of seeing trees that were, in this case, over 200 years old cut down, the finality of their lives, the history and all the sacred stories held within their vast trunks halted forevermore.. not even one has sprouted new shoots. The loss is too immense to even categorise...
Sending love dear soul...
BTW I think trees know which of us love and notice and which of us don't... they remember even in death. Hold that thought ♥️xx
Thank you Susie. Yes that is a very comforting and beautiful thought indeed. The trees know.
I do remember that post of yours and felt the absolute trauma of it.
I hope things are cooling down for you over there. Sending much love ♥️ xx
There is nothing quite like giving a big old tree a hug.
Thank you for being here Teàrlach. There really isn't anything quite like it. 🌲 🥰
Oh I wish so many places and living things were left to be themselves so we could enjoy them quietly without the pomp and the crowds, so there was no danger of them being defaced or cut down for kicks or fame. I am awash with indignation at hoards of people who traipse all over beauty that they do not seem to see to reach the ‘perfect’ spot… but then I wonder at myself, and know that this beauty is for all to enjoy (I just wish everyone would enjoy it quietly and in smaller numbers and not leave their rubbish and destructive legacy behind them) Anywhoooooooo, rant over. Suffice to say, I hear you. My very own axis mundi goes completely unnoticed by the crowds, for which I am ever grateful — and while I feel a little selfish not to tell the world of her beauty, I keep her secret as she would have me keep it. Write on, dear Jo, I am enjoying these snippets of your project very much xx
Rant away Emily. 💖. You have the same frustrations as I do and also the same awareness that we too are part of "the people watchers"! But we don't "traipse" all over beauty though do we? We cherish it. Anywhoooooooo.... as you say. 😀. I am curious as to what your axis mundi is.... But these things are best as secrets as you say. I have mine also. Go visit. Write about it. Or not. Let Her tell you in her way that all you are doing is perfect. You know Emily, I was listening to a snippet of Eckhart this morning when he was talking about the creative act. How Einstein used to think, write, then go and play violin in his kitchen. How it helped the flow to go from mind to no mind, to doing to being, from thinking to flow, from one discipline to another. It was reassuring for me and I thought it may be for you. I thought of you with all your different creative outlets and also your more mind based accounting work. Anywhoooooooo! xx 💖🙏✨
Ha!! Anywhooooooo! Says a great deal doesn’t it. My axis mundi is a dead tree - the time-before-last-time I visited her, I took the wrong path and couldn’t find her and thought she’d been cut down as I could only find a stump and the woods looked so different. But more recently, I walked there again, and there she was, inconspicuous in her corner of scruffy woodland, waiting for me to stop by. I’d love to listen to the snippet you mention — it sounds intriguing and exactly the kind of thing I need to listen to if you are able to share a link maybe? I will send photos of my axis mundi xx
Ah I love it. A dead tree who is hiding behind "wrong" paths and "right" paths. Alive in spirit no doubt. Look forward to seeing her if you do want to share.
A couple of links here you may find reassuring/inspiring: Sorry I'm not sure if my links will work. Not so good at this. Let me know. xx
https://teachings.eckharttolle.com/the-simplest-way-to-find-presence/?utm_source=Klaviyo&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=06%2F28%2F26%3A%20WC075287R1%3A%20CNET%20Opt%20In%20Video%20%233%20Email%20%233%20%28Non%20ETN%29%20%2801KVTR3D24239Z8BSQYVSVA6PQ%29&utm_id=klaviyo&tw_source=Klaviyo&_kx=WZcygGG4ShWTQ4NnoFL6jz62CW4EoZDqhXT8sjBO6vo.Nk7zZb
https://poeticoutlaws.substack.com/p/bob-dylans-visionary-views-on-creativity?utm_source=post-email-title&publication_id=811133&post_id=199181913&utm_campaign=email-post-title&isFreemail=true&r=2ficxs&triedRedirect=true
https://poeticoutlaws.substack.com/p/the-courage-to-create-349?utm_source=post-email-title&publication_id=811133&post_id=170602809&utm_campaign=email-post-title&isFreemail=true&r=2ficxs&triedRedirect=true
And I feel the need now to go visit her again, as it has been a while. Much love xx
Dear Jo,
I felt every word of this in my chest. The way you speak of that tree -- not as an icon but as a Being with a story, a destiny, a solitude worth protecting -- I know that feeling. My own moment like this came last winter at a waterfall that undid me in the same way your Wānaka Tree does you. That fierce love, that grief, that sense of guardianship...it's read.
Thank you for naming what so many of us feel: that the land is alive, and that our heartbreak for it is a kind of devotion. Sending love, XO
Thanks so much Danielle. Fellow earth lover, waterfalls, trees, all of it, communicating, telling a story. Whether we want to listen is up to us. I think we are richer for it. Have a wonder full week. 🙏💛
Isn't it strange how even trees (and other non-human sentient beings) are turned into celebrities by our crazy anthropocentric 'celebrity-culture', which is tied to the consumer and tourist industrial complex...?
It makes me wonder about the tree spirits (the dryads) and the tree as a microcosm – the natural habitats for gazillions of creatures, dwelling in or around the tree, or visiting or resting as they migrate on their life's journeys, all that life that no tourist's phone-camera at the ready will ever be able to capture.
A few years ago we had a huge and presumably quite ancient eucalyptus tree in our garden which needed to be felled for safety purposes, the trunk was already quite rotten and hollow in places, and if it had come down in a storm it could have fallen on our house or garage and destroyed a building. What I found most troubling about the felling of the tree was the murder of crows who regularly gathered in the crown and seemed to have exuberant clan meetings in this particular tree.
So I spent some time talking to the crows and the tree itself before the tree surgeon came with his team, asking them to share the news with all the other beings inhabiting this tree-world that this was the end of an era...
Hello fellow spirit conversationalist. Love the idea of the murder of crows gathering in the crown of your ancient eucalyptus tree for their exuberant clan meetings. I hope the word spread quickly of the felling .
Thank you for your thoughtful and thought provoking reply. Much Love to you Veronika and Josh and the tree spirits. 💖🙏✨
Wanaka is a willow? Lovely name. Worth more than a hug . Resistance is the key here. À wold wide insistence to cut down trees disrespecting their space, right ti live. People cut them down for a view. Yet privacy is now gone.
Willows will regenerate, but animals like birds, insects and mammals suffer. Maybe this you’d new project. I do talk to my plants. They listen and are in no dress. They are healthy and disease, insect free. What do they say? Reduce stress live longer, reach got the stars Jo. Try growing a sweet potato inside. Keep up your health. Until next time.
😊 Thank you Richbee for your gorgeous reply of resistance. Yes, our animals, and insects, they do not regenerate and what a tragedy so many are dying out.
I love that you talk to your plants. So do I, and I know they appreciate it. Although I think I need to talk more ( maybe less?!) because they do have a few insects right now. The ones that should be residing elsewhere.
Reaching for the stars with you Richbee. 🌟🌟🌟
Research companion plants, those that are helpers to others to grow and ward off insects. You can listen to plants. See their needs. Curling spotted leaves. Try not to over or underwater/ fertilize. btw I eat my weeds. Make solar teas and even compost and in rain save earthworms. We are, after all, one big family. My sweet peas just started blooming and so fragrant. Be great to send you a bouquet. 💐
You sound like you have good green thumbs there Richbee. Yes companion planting is wonderful and I still have much to learn on that front. At the moment with all my moving its my house plants that I have remaining. They have adapted pretty well although I have certainly lost a few in the process.
I love sweet peas! Who doesn't love to recieve a bouquet! I will imagine it in my mind. Many thanks for your thoughts Richbee. 💐
A lovely story, Jo, and a most important message. The trees are the breathing blanket of our existence. Thank you.
Thanks Galen. Yes, the breathing blanket of our existence. Beautiful. 🙏
Feel the resistance run along the shore !
😄 Thanks Philip. Yes I got a little bit feisty there. Love and protectiveness does that to a mother, a guardian of Home. Have a great week. xx
Thanks Jo. As always, wishing the same for you at Home.
I get a feeling we learn from trees. We have come in recent years to understand that trees talk together in the ground, perhaps even further than we know. Perhaps there is better word than resistance?
I think resistance was the perfect word in that context Philip. Thank you.
And yes trees communicate sending messages through their roots. As of course they should. Why do so many humans think we are the only ones who can or should communicate! That we are the only intelligent beings. Ha what a joke. Intelligent? We have much to learn when we study and be with nature.
Be well. 🌟