The MRI did give me a chance to think about the next item on my bucket list...
2. Plant an oak tree and watch it grow.
Now I know this might sound fairly arb, but if you know me you will also know that my fingers are about as green as Shrek is handsome. So I want to plant this tree, see it survive my fingers and hopefully be around for a very long time to witness it grow into a magnificent feature at the bottom of my garden. Don't you love the way an oak tree changes through out the year? Its vibrant red and orange leaves in Autumn and its huge shade offering gentleness in the summer. YIP, I want to plant an oak tree. Anybody keen to come a planting with me?
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| Small oak tree at Glengarry Natal Midlands |

Dear Bron - saw this poem and I thought it was a true portrayal of you and how you have made me and I am sure many others feel - love you lots your dearest Dee xx
ReplyDeleteThe Oak Tree
by Johnny Ray Ryder Jr
A mighty wind blew night and day
It stole the oak tree's leaves away
Then snapped its boughs and pulled its bark
Until the oak was tired and stark
But still the oak tree held its ground
While other trees fell all around
The weary wind gave up and spoke.
How can you still be standing Oak?
The oak tree said, I know that you
Can break each branch of mine in two
Carry every leaf away
Shake my limbs, and make me sway
But I have roots stretched in the earth
Growing stronger since my birth
You'll never touch them, for you see
They are the deepest part of me
Until today, I wasn't sure
Of just how much I could endure
But now I've found, with thanks to you
I'm stronger than I ever knew