We had a picnic lunch on a log under this tree today, and I looked up to see the branches swaying in the wind, just as if they were dancing, lifting up their skirts like teasing can-can dancers, so lightly I could almost hear them laughing.
And then when we got home, I realised I left my phone on the log too – maybe the trees had wanted to see the video and watch themselves?
Luckily a lovely man called Dan rang me within half an hour of returning home to say he’d found my phone, he’d had lunch on the same log just after me, it seems. I was so pleased that I forgot to ask him whether he’d watched the trees dancing.
And if you’re wondering how yesterday’s herb workshop went, well, we had cake and made haiku bunting and wrote beautiful poems… there’s a write-up here with some of the exercises we did etc…
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