The Limeflower tree stands majestically at the end of the garden which is not really a garden but more a back yard. In truth the tree is too big for where it is. It is park worthy in every sense of the word. I have no idea how old it is but definitely older than the house, and possibly or most likely older than me. Maybe even more than a hundred years old, if I were to hazard a guess. Limeflower trees are also known as Linden Blossom trees. During the summer, around June/July these trees fill the air with a delightfully heady scent when the trees come into flower. Honey bees all but swarm to these trees to get drunk on the nectar, after which they conk out for a bit, unable to buzz off to other buds in bloom but only for a short time before waking up and going about their buzziness elsewhere. I stand outside sometimes at that time of year to also inhale this seductive scent. Not only does it have this wonderfully aromatic bouquet, the tiny yellow and cream lace like flowers can also be harvested to make a lovely relaxing tea which can be drunk to induce relaxation and calm. A healing tree in every sense of the word is the Limeflower. In fact, most trees can claim to have healing properties but the Limeflower stands head and shoulders above the rest to claim the crown.
This last seven years (the duration of our stay here, albeit we only ever planned to remain for one), has seen the tree grow and move through it’s various phases of leaves, buds, blossoms and bees each year through to Autumn when the leaves drop in their hundreds and maybe thousands, then on to Winter when the branches become bare, only to reawaken the following Spring, a canopy of green splendour once more. A Spring awakening that happens year after year without fail.
So what am I trying to say here? Well life is bit like the cycle of a tree. Changes come with the changing of the seasons. Everything that happens in this cycle happens because it is meant to. Life is cyclical. We are born, we grow and blossom, we love, we wither a little, and then a little more and then we eventually die, only to be reborn.
It is just the way of things. The way of life. Everything is energy. Energy cannot die. It just changes form.
Not really sure that this is quite what I wanted to be saying/writing when I set my fingers to the keyboard. Reading that end bit sounds a little depressing. That was certainly not what I intended. I think maybe what I was trying to say was that beginnings bring endings and endings bring beginnings. Anyway, enough said, Just something for you to ponder on when you fancy pondering.
Feeling a little philosophical this afternoon.
Stay safe! Stay well!
© Liola Lee 2020