Monthly Archives: January 2011
Don’t talk to me, no don’t really don’t. I can’t talk right now because I’ve lost something I shouldn’t have. I can’t find it anywhere either. I’ve looked….everywhere. Stupid me left it in my jeans pocket when I was making pizza dough the other day. Now I’ve just pulled my jeans out of the wash and I’ve got a sick sinking feeling……..
There is a graveyard by the school, which has overgrown with Japanese knot weed. It lies between the rows of terrace houses and most days, you would pass it by and not notice much about it.
The graves are very old, some over a hundred years and more. A lot of them are of very young children, some only months old, some two to three years old.
I don’t believe I have ever seen anyone laying flowers in it.
Out of my window I can see a tree. It’s huge. It frames the whole of the view and with each season, changes.
I can see Townhill behind with all the rows of houses. It’s taller than anything in that view.
On a windy day the top bows right over in the direction of the wind, hurling all of the jackdaws into the turbulence.
In Autumn, all the leaves tend to drop off in just 2 days.
In Spring, it’s one of the last trees to leaf.
I’ve looked at that tree for over 10 years now, it’s got my memories.