It’s been five years since I last dedicated a post to ‘my’ Paulownia Tomentosa, which is crazy. I mean five years. Though of course you may think it slightly more wacky for me to be writing about a tree, and to call it mine!
But anyway, on our long walk to the shops the other Saturday we ended up walking past the tree which I followed for a year. And it was kind of nice to be back, a bit like visiting an old friend, though of course it hasn’t really gone anywhere (nowhere at all in fact) and I could have stopped by at any time.
It was strange, yet familiar, to be back. The straggly, tall branches. The leaves as big as your hand.
But also, for possibly the first time fruit, or buds. I wasn’t sure which. Surely not buds though, as it was late in the year.
So if they were fruits, had the tree flowered? I suddenly felt cheated!
But who knows?
The other noticeable change was the large, flowering rose bush behind the tree. There’d been a climbing rose there before, I’m sure, but not as large as this.
As we headed past, as was customary, I looked over my shoulder for one last glance, and couldn’t resist a final shot for comparison.
I’m sure, if I was clever, I could make all sorts of comparisons, to many parts of life, relationships and more. But you know what, it was just nice being back.
