There’s a place by the Summer House in Mount Congreve Garden that I like to call my own and last season I used to sit on one of the trunks of many trees that had been blown down in some of the worst storms we’d had here in Ireland for years.
It’s a quiet part of the Garden and when I went over there the other day, I was bracing myself to find that my tree trunk would have been cleared away.
It came as a great surprise to find that it had been carved to make a little seat and that it is clearly there to stay.
This may seem like a small thing; it is a small thing but small things can bring immense joy.
This is where I intend to spend many, many hours over the next few months; writing, thinking, picnicking, sun-bathing, maybe even blogging!
What small things have made YOU glow with gratitude in recent times?
This scene in the John F. Kennedy Arboretum in Co. Wexford this afternoon unlocked my door into November and the remainder of this year. It was a calm and peaceful unlocking.
Who knows what lies ahead? Who wants to know?
But, I guess we all have hopes. Mine relate to health, happiness and peace at both a personal and a WORLDWIDE level.
I’d like to feel that the wooden seat will be a place where people will stop awhile and draw breath. I’d also like it to be a seat where the lonely find companionship; enemies see paths to peaceful resolutions; lovers grow in trust; friends support each other; strangers exchange smiles; artists find inspiration; and each moment spent there is truly treasured.
May November bring you health, hope and happiness and a sense of connection to the magic of nature.
I’ve been passing this seat on the side of the road a few miles from Tramore for years now and have long meant to take a photo of it.
I’d love to know what its history is, and indeed, what purpose it’s serving now.
It reminds me of a wreck of a HUGE trampoline in our back garden that anyone in their right senses would wonder about.
The trampoline had glory days and was a birthday present for son (19) when he was twelve. He got endless hours of trampolining on it and half the kids in the neighbourhood would be in jumping on it ’til after dark. When it started to fall to pieces, it became a place where son would lie in the sun or jump with great gingerliness while chatting to pals on the phone.
You wouldn’t hardly know now that it was ever a trampoline but I can’t bring myself to dump it as the dogs have made it their own. They lie on the untorn bits in the sun and sort of bob up and down. Or, they take shelter beneath when they’re too hot or if it’s raining. So how, could I possibly remove such a useful eyesore that has a whole new life now?
So, to come back to the chair on the side of the road, I’ve no doubt that it had glory days, too, doing what these kinds of chairs are meant to do and probably saw afternoon tea in the garden with homemade cakes and doilies. But what does it do now?
PS. To ‘have a sit down’ about something is a term that I’ve only heard from one person over the years. In her house, it meant to have a family confab about something that was deemed important ~ be it an everyday thing like what to do about a leaky pipe or a more substantial question like whether or not to get a dog.