Tuesday 30th September - Following a tree

 

Here it is, the oak, and the apple at the bottom of the garden. Still very green.

We've had nearly all the apples from the tree now, sharing them with friends and neighbours. The oak tree is still full of acorns, dropping to the ground or onto your head all day every day. If you walk on the grass down there your feet alternately crunch on acorns or squelch on fallen apples.

Here's the same view at the end of January;

I find it hard to get my head round how a tree can go from bare branches to full leaf in a matter of months; how a seed grows into tomatoes or beans or flowers in such a short time. 

'We sow the seed and scatter the good seed on the land' and then just weeks or months later we are eating what has grown. 

Or, in the case of a fruit tree, from bare branches to hundreds of apples in 8 months.

It's all very mysterious. 

Pome 

You have to imagine this being recited my Cornish friend's father, in a strong, slow West Country accent, with an expression of great solemnity;

What a queer bird, the frog are
When he sit he stand (almost)
When he walk he fly (almost)
When he talk he cry (almost)
He ain't got no sense, hardly
He ain't got no tail, neither, hardly
He sit on what he ain't got hardly

I couldn't remember all the rhyme so I looked it up

It appears to have originated in USA, and it's a song, and a round! I never knew!