Five-Minute Friday - Tree

  

I'm joining up with a writing group over at Lisa- Jo Baker's called Five-Minute Friday where the idea is to write for five minutes flat on a prompt posted on her blog.

  

It’s time to silence the inner critic.

It’s time to hush the voice that whines on and on about how you’re no good.

It’s time to cram out the distractions and excuses and take pen to paper, keyboard to screen and write.

This week’s prompt is “Tree”

Start

I have always wanted a tree-lined driveway. 

My Nana and Granddad had a beautifully manicured farmlet - 5 acres complete with rock gardens, glasshouses, a fruit tree gulley with old fallen moss covered stumps and the most magnificent long gravel driveway lined with majestic blossoming trees.   

To a small girl, there was nothing more magical than that tall pink archway and the fantastical dreams it promised. So many magical moments with the crunch of gravel underfoot, a strong weathered hard hand grasping yours tightly and your upturned head, looking everywhere but where you were going. Meandering down to whatever home-baked goodness welcomed us back home again to reality.

Those trees, like so many branches of our family tree, are gone from me now, residing only where it really matters. Yet, they still continue to mean so much to so many.  My Parents, Aunties, Uncles, Brother,  and Cousins all grew strong and true under their protection, grace and inspirations. We wouldn’t be the characters we are without the influence of our whimsical wanderings, and now my own little leafy contributions are growing and blossoming in the faded shadow of long-gone trees.

Stop