Eight years ago, I planted an acorn in a pot. It
germinated, and in the first year, produced just two leaves. Three years later,
I planted the little seedling oak tree, which now had several leaves, in what I
judged to be a safe place for an oak tree to grow to maturity within the garden
area of Roskhill Barn, just above the river gorge, and close to a few existing
mature sycamore and beech trees. On windy Skye, trees growing together in this way give each
other some protection from the winter storms. I think my little tree is now
doing well enough to introduce it to the world.
But first, a little slightly off-topic history -
In May 1935, my Great Grandfather, James Dorrell, being the
oldest resident of his village at the time, was given the honour of planting a
tree in commemoration of the Silver Jubilee of King George V and Queen Mary.
Watched by the entire village, a tree was planted by James on the edge of the green in
the tiny village
of The Lee , near Wendover
in Buckinghamshire. No plaque was ever erected to mark the significance of the
tree, and although as far as I am aware, the tree is still there – no-one is
likely to be aware of its significance. Here is Great grandfather James at the tree-planting ...
James Dorrell, The Lee, Buckinghamshire |
Planting the Jubilee tree |
Providing my little tree continues to flourish as it has
done thus far, I have decided that when my time comes, I would like my ashes to
be scattered beneath my little oak, so that its roots may take up just a tiny
bit of me, and I will indeed then be back on earth as a tree. I will also make
a request in my will that a plaque be erected by the tree to give its date of
planting, and by whom.
Who knows – my tree could still be there in 500 years time.
It’s a nice thought!
Coming into leaf, spring 2019 - The leaves are quite yellow as they open. The sticks are there to remind me not to strim too close! |
In context - the tree has a lot of growing to do! |