Childhood tree

After lunch I took two VERY restless children for a walk. This time to a treasured childhood spot. To my tree. I've mentioned this tree in a previous post. It's where I often played with my childhood best friend. When I was little I read a story about a special tree called the Guardian tree with magical powers. That was it. From then on I had my own magical tree. To us it was a house, a castle, a hideout, whatever we needed it to be...

When I was older I even had my first kiss with a boy there who afterwards complained I screwed up my eyes when I kissed. Lovely! It's a big tree that was once struck by lightening. Inside its hollow and blackened yet it continues to grow and thrive.

It's on the top of a steep hill in a large field. When the grass is long we would play hide and seek, when it snowed we would sledge. We would walk past it on our way home from school and once when the cows where in the field we got chased. Okay okay, it was just me who was chased. I don't know, I seem to bring out the crazy in these country animals...

Anyway it was a lovely nostagic experience to share this place with my boys so obviously I thought why not share it with you also...

Issac fashioned a trumpet out of some wood, as you do...

Finding the hill steep Lucas reverted to crawling...

We finally reached the top. Whoa how small does Lucas look? 

So I just sat back and let them explore. 

I took photos while they played nicer than they ever do at home...

            

        

          

Much fun was had by all