Today I took a moment to stop.
Our centre has a climbing tree. It's a beautiful tall gum tree with an ancient wisteria vine carefully twined around it. The lower parts of the vine are as thick as my thigh and make a perfect slope for little feet to shuffle up into the ever changing tangle of branches.
Over winter the branches are quietly bare, elegant arcs of woven sleeping life.
Right now, the whole mass is covered in pendulous pale purple flowers and their scent wafts across our yard with a spattering of blossoms with every breeze.
Today I took a moment to stop. The wisteria enticed me into it.
I hauled out a couple of mats and just lay down gazing up at the blossoms. The mere act of hauling out the mats was enough to attract some companions for my moment of peacefulness.
The flowers look completely different from underneath, a circle of pale blossoms with darker younger blooms in the centre. Snuggled beside three little people we just lay there, watching the bees, noting native and bumble bees. Then a breeze would breathe through and we'd be showered in falling blossoms.
I do love taking a moment to stop.
We're hoping to turn this tree into a Magic Faraway Tree, with little fairy houses hidden in the branches for secret gifts from our local fairies.
For now, I'll enjoy lying on the ground and gazing up at the branches with my charming young companions.
