Under The Pepper Tree
I have been wandering around this wonderful old mansion. It has so many nooks and crannies and everyone seems to be settling in very comfortably.
I have been down to the kitchen and experienced the ghostly presence of all those truly comforting women who had controlled the household over the years. They cooked, worked and gossiped their way through the long days, keeping the members of the houshold well fed and nurtured. It looks to me as though Faucon is going to look after us now with his delectable specialities.
Wandering through the gardens, I found my favourite place - a space to sit and ponder.
The Pepper Tree
Memories came flooding back
-The Pepper Tree-
Years long past
The scrunchy feel of the pink paper casings
The fragrance of the pepper corns
The feathery leaves
And weeping branches touching the ground
It was a safe and private space
Where a little girl could play
For anyone who wants to take a rest, to get away and have some space, wander on down and I can promise you it is worth a visit.
posted by Anonymous @ 8:04 PM
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Now I have bumps on goosebumps Leonie. I will be down to sit under the old Pepper Tree - perfect shade on a blistering hot day like today - to tell about when I lay under those Pussy Willow Trees dreaming.
I too can associate with these memories of favourite trees. I recall the aroma of papery peppercorns in the Australian summer sun. Magnificent. The pussy willow was just dreamy.
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