tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533677737021490096.post5720919970619886529..comments2024-03-28T09:00:59.909+11:00Comments on The Vince Review: Noteworthy literary treesPaula Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02079952414990463270noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533677737021490096.post-75619485067958357412016-05-24T18:25:20.601+10:002016-05-24T18:25:20.601+10:00It's always great when you visit, Rhonda. Yes,...It's always great when you visit, Rhonda. Yes, those stories in the comments are beautiful. Something about trees must stir our nostalgia. Paula Vincehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02079952414990463270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533677737021490096.post-65934237309938279482016-05-24T17:05:29.895+10:002016-05-24T17:05:29.895+10:00loved the scope of this post! Also the stories in ...loved the scope of this post! Also the stories in the replies. And SO appreciate the creativity and thoughtfulness of your posts, Paula.Rhonda Pooley - Writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18267933289137123263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533677737021490096.post-60487441513305191002016-05-24T16:30:49.269+10:002016-05-24T16:30:49.269+10:00Hi Sheila,
Wow, what a day to remember! I would h...Hi Sheila, <br />Wow, what a day to remember! I would have liked to have been around to see all you ladies climbing trees :) I totally agree with you about the stories they could tell, if only they could talk. Especially when I see trees such as the Proclamation tree in Glenelg. But the Crouch Oak must surely be way up there, going right back to the days of Elizabeth 1. No wonder they can give the impression that they are full of secrets. I'm so glad you dropped by.Paula Vincehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02079952414990463270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533677737021490096.post-13196024211151849462016-05-24T16:26:50.318+10:002016-05-24T16:26:50.318+10:00Hi Lesley,
I might adopt your orange tree's pr...Hi Lesley,<br />I might adopt your orange tree's prayer too. That really resonates with me. Beautiful. It's good to hear those oranges spread as far as they can, including the marmalade :) It must be a really healthy spot where you live, for such a bumper crop each year. Like you, I don't have a green thumb and a low maintenance garden would be a priority.Paula Vincehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02079952414990463270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533677737021490096.post-58269729899971915802016-05-24T15:58:57.876+10:002016-05-24T15:58:57.876+10:00Hi Paula
Im the friend Lesley refers to. I lived ...Hi Paula<br />Im the friend Lesley refers to. I lived very near Windsot Great Park, the back garden of the Queen. I spent many a day walking round it and admiring the magnificent trees. Some of them were very old. When I decided to emigrate to Australia at the age if 74 I wanted to do something that I would remember. So I decided to climb a tree in the Park. I threw out the challenge to a group of ladies I was involved with in my church and told them where I would be, what time and bring lunch as I intended having a picnic. Nine ladies turned up. I remember one lady brought a huge bowl of strawberries. You are not really allowed to climb trees in the park. We had to find one off the main paths. We did and two of the ladies climbed it with me. I had a ball and it will be a memory about trees that I will always remember. They are so different and I often used to look at them and wish they could talk to me. I suspect they could tell many a tale. We also had a tree just outside our house. An old oak tree. It was said that Queen Elizabeth 1 sat under it once and a famous preacher preached under it. If you want to look it up it was called Crouch Oak. So trees to me are so important. Thank you for writing about them PaulaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02264028680307955026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533677737021490096.post-42123494488484370522016-05-24T13:45:33.759+10:002016-05-24T13:45:33.759+10:00Hi Paula. Loved this post. Trees for me are all yo...Hi Paula. Loved this post. Trees for me are all you described - majestic, serene, almost protective. When my friend and I were looking for a place to rent nearly four years ago we met an agent at the house where we now live. As soon as we walked into the house I knew there was something special about it. It felt like 'home' immediately. I didn't understand it at first - it was nothing special really - it was an old house recently renovated with not too much garden to look after (I am not a gardener). Having a look around the back yard I asked my friend whether she could handle the garden - that was the deal - because I don't enjoy gardening. She was happy with that and said she could. I was talking with the agent while she wandered around the back yard checking everything out when I noticed a plaque hanging from an orange tree. I looked at the words and it was a prayer. It read: Please Lord, give me the wisdom to make stepping stones out of stumbling blocks.' Since then I've often prayed that when something seems to be blocking my path. By the way, that tree produces an abundance of beautiful, sweet, juicy oranges every year which we give to lovely ladies in our church who make marmalade jam for missions fundraising. I often look out into the yard from my sitting room and smile at that tree. I reckon it smiles back at me too.Lesley Turnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03813827759486341613noreply@blogger.com