Morning, Morning, Morning! Hopefully we managed to boost the ratings of BBC Pasty yesterday afternoon - if not please use the listen again option 3:45 Martin Bailey Show - I could do with the feedback. Hopefully what came across was that on the 5th of February at 7:30pm the Allsorts Ball in aid of Cornwall Hospice Care is taking place at Lanhydrock Golf Club. If it didn't then, well, I didn't do a very good job!
Its a bit early for me to be putting finger tips to the key pad, as I've only just stuffed my porridge, and the early morning caffine is still to get to work on my 'little grey cells'. But this morning is a different morning, as I write, there is a tree surgeon, slowly making his way around my lovely garden removing centuries of history from the hedgerows. I've moved myself and my laptop from our normal window spot so I can't watch the fall of the branches, I'm just hoping that he manages to miss the chicken coop!
There is something I find quite calming about trees. They are a bit like an omniscient presence, with a hundred different stories to tell, yet they always sit silently while the action takes place around them. They, of course have their uses, providing shade, and habitats for wildlife, they help our early snowdrops survive the frost, by layering the ground with protective leaf drops, they keep the wind and the rain from lashing the side of the house and they are so beautiful in the snow. They also keep us warm in the winter, and next winter, thanks to them, we will have an abundance of fuel to see us through to spring 2012.
What always gets me about trees is there resilience - you cut them down, and they grow again. From any tiny stump, or half rotten acorn, they manage to re-sprout and root in the most amazing places. I lost the battle for our trees when the tree surgeon, the man that knows, said they were actually quite dangerous, as they were far bigger than the hedge they were in and I couldn't really argue with that. But it has got me thinking, we all seem to wander through life notching up experiences, making new friends that suit current situations, refashioning ourselves with a hair cut or a new wardrobe, however we grow and develop we are projecting our own story to the rest of the world, some of us loudly, some of us very quietly, in either sense, we are adding another ring to our trunk, and collecting a new set of experiences that mold us a little this way or that until we feel like ourselves again.
As Human beings we are resilient too, as are our stories and sometimes when things get difficult or situations become dangerous, we all need a little help replanting our roots. In a world where everything is media led, where fashion starts in Milan and by the time it gets to London is full of old hats in the wrong colours, its difficult to know what to wear or how to look next,or where to start with the replanting. Do I want to stand out of the crowd - or be part of it?
One of the campaigns designed by the hospice shop teams, 'Nothing ever forgotten, Nothing ever Lost', simply sums up the whole situation, everything at some point comes back and is of value, every fashion returns at some point to reframe its decade and make its mark on a different generation and from every acorn, an oak will grow.
I'm looking forward to a new hedge and you should get yourself down to the Allsorts Ball on the Saturday to find out exactly what I mean.
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