|I must have been in a particularly pensive mood this morning on our first walk of the day, memories kept flooding my vision.|
|men have been busy in the woods these past weeks: the willows have been pollarded, turning the landscape into hobbit-land|
I collected a few willow twigs and held them in my mouth so I could tie my hat on even tighter as the icy cold wind blew into my ears! and as the twigs had been lying in the mud, I tasted this mud and thought to myself: when was the last time I had mud in my mouth? used to have that a lot when I was younger....my grandfather used to say(or so my mother tells me) one needs a pound of mud a year to stay healthy; so following his advice I started with my first intake of the year.
|back home the two willow-pussy twigs in a tiny vase by Gutte Eriksen, a Danish ceramist; in return for the vase I gave her a small tree-of-life painting. She liked it so much, she took it with her to the hospital whilst convalescing from a broken hip; she said it served as a talisman. She did recover, but passed away a year later in 2008.|