My Sacred Tree

This old apple tree is a blenheim orange, a very old variety. It is the only one left of what used to be an orchard. The rest were blown down in the great storm. It has had many birds nest in her old and weary hollows including the lesser spotted woodpecker. Her trunk is hollow. I found this out one day when my little grandson stayed. There is a hole at the base of the tree, he layed down on his tummy to see what was there. "Nanna sky". Of course I then layed down on my tummy and sure enough he was right. We have bats in our loft in summer and I believe they roost in the trunk in winter. This lovely tree is covered in blossom in spring and fruits like an angel. You can cook or just munch on the apples straight from her. If ever she goes the way of the other trees that stood beside her I have always said, that she stays were she falls. She is my sacred tree. Quote: Be the change you want to see in the world.