On Friday I sat under MY tree
The Lemon Tree planted
by Albert Edward Daley on the 18th Oct 1936.
For a first born child,first born grandchild ,first born female
for many many years
Proudly and with worn limbs it still stands
providing not only shade in summer months
but bountiful aromas and fruit like no other.
I do not remember such foliage
I sat to read the daily newspaper
and as I read the noise got louder and louder
On looking to whence it came I found nothing
The shrieks continued,
birds ,baby birds and adult birds
crying all at one time
I bent down to get under the tree
and there in its tight foliage was a nest
A home had been set up by a family,
The noise ,babies calling for food
Now you may ask.....
What is so strange about this occurence ?
Well birds are not known to make nests in lemon trees
The brances and leaves are too sparce
But this is not so in this lemon tree
Perhaps it is climate change or
seasons out of kilt
Or the bore water from the old path the river once took.
Only the tree knows why.
For in all the 69 years it has stood
No bird has ever built a nest in this tree of mine
There is no one here to ask the truth of what I say
So I am led to believe
That it is a sign of something wonderful
New life for the bird family
Or perhaps an ill omen
That for seasons changing
Is this not a warning that all
is not well on the earth
But perhaps it is also a sign
of a new life for many
who need a break from harsh
happenings ..I hope so...........
Lois (Muse of the Sea) 26/11/05