Thanks for stopping by;
Friday’s blog a private peek,
so let’s step outside the kitchen door
and say hello to our new friend, Grace.
She was sitting in a shop in Josselin, Bretagne,
and she just had to come home with us.
The moment I saw her, I fell in love with her.
Which is why she is named after my daughter, Grace.
The moment I saw her, I fell in love with her, too.
So she has a wonderful shady spot in the back garden, right underneath the old Gingko tree.
So every morning, when I go off down the path to work,
I can say “Good Morning, Grace!”
Before I get sad here,
pining for my little girl who lives New York
and sits under a blossom tree in Central Park,
(which incidentally, is far too far away from home!)
let’s focus on the Gingko tree, with its wonderful leaves...
I took this picture at dusk, so you can see the fantastic shapes
Did you know that the Gingko biloba tree,
also known as the Maidenhair tree,
is the oldest-existing tree species in the world?
In the East,
it is considered a symbol of
longevity, hope, resilience and peace.
It is the National tree of China.
Its fan-shaped leaves are found in fossil records that go back 225 million years - that’s the time of the dinosaurs!
And we’ve got one in the back garden!
Ours is very, very old.
We know this to be true, because the fruit which the female Gingko produces smells repulsive! And ours doesn’t, thank goodness, because it is huge!
Another interesting fact:
extracts from the Gingko leaves have been used to treat,
what was it again...mmmm...
ah yes: dementia and memory loss.
It’s also good for fatigue apparently,
so I’d better go suck on a Gingko leaf!
In the fall, the garden gets covered in a carpet of bright yellow gingko leaves. They are very beautiful.
Time for a Gingko Stencil methinks....
Yes, where was I?
Look how tiny she is, sitting underneath the old gingko tree.
Do you have something precious which gives you joy
whenever you see it?
Grace does that for me.
And so does the little statue now.
I will see her and my lovely lad Mark in San Francisco next week.
It is his Graduation ceremony.
Long way to go?
Wouldn’t miss it for the world.
love to you,