Saturday, 25 October 2014

Under my maple

Regular visitors must have seen there is something out of the ordinary going on in here. No travel stories, practically nothing but home-related little posts in ages.

I didn’t plan to do so but I have clearly started bidding public farewell to this place I’ve called home for twelve years now gradually turning it into an adorable nest that I love but must let go perhaps already in a few months time.

There is one more thing in the garden I absolutely have to pay tribute to. It is the old maple, a most hugable tree and my favourite living thing on our plot. I’ve been praising it before but I want to do that once more while it is still ours. It is such an apt symbol for this little hill surrounded by fields and a delight to look at whatever the season.

It has taken me years to accept that we must give this place up and move on. Now that the garden is almost leafless and I’ve prepared myself to take my leave from the maple even, I suppose my blogging eyes will turn to the house. Whether this amateur’s camera will manage to produce anything presentable with the interior remains to be seen.

One thing is certain. We’ll have to find one fabulous residence where to relocate from here for me to have any chance of driving away without great sadness. At a time like this it is comforting to know I’m an optimist and an adapter by nature.


  1. Your maple is beautiful, truly. I love trees and love their colors in the fall. Of course, here in Georgia, we have so many pines, cedars and magnolia trees that stay evergreen, but the others do change colors.

    1. I'm going to miss this one. There will be other trees to hug but nothing will compare to the one you feel was your own.