The maple tree, a present from my Dad, has always struggled with the prevailing south westerlies. Trees in Ireland are bent over towards the east, from gales blowing up from the Atlantic. This elegant maple has always been out of place in our wild and lazy couple of acres, home of beech, willow and pine trees. My father was always trying to put manners on this wilderness…..it was never going to work!
But as the scots pine beside it has grown more branches, it has made a buffer between the maple and the wind. At last this year the maple is becoming her beautiful self. Trunk growing more sturdy, leaves dancing in the light. From scrawny beginnings she is now holding her own. The power of nurturing, patience and belief! The essential pairing of tree allies, and the shelter provided by one for the other. There’s always something new, just a few feet from your door…..
This blogpost is to announce the winner of the Mother May I Writing Master Class place, courtesy of the Inky Path. Thank you all who took part. In the old fashioned way at 5PM I drew out one name and the winner is MK Conlon. May you have a wonderful new beginning with your writing through the mentorship of Cigdem and Jena. I look forward to meeting you there and am thrilled to be sharing some of my images as part of that programme. It’s not too late to sign up!