We had a picnic today at our closest park, which is a huge one in the middle of town filled with roses (looking a bit sad these cold days, mind you) and ponds with ducks galore. But right at the entrance of the park is a huge redwood tree, I think the tallest tree there. It's such a stunning colour, and stands there with so much dignity, I love it.
It was just recently though that I noticed a plaque underneath that reads 'planted and presented to the city by A. Wastney, 1951.' This was a moment of much excitement for Arlo and I as that is my surname, (and one of his) and justified giving the tree an extra hug, or at least part of the tree. I must remember to ask my father who this relative was.
And upon returning home, there was a parcel in the letterbox from Rachael, who reads this blog, and very sweetly sent a Hans Christian Andersen dvd for Arlo (which has allowed me to write this blog entry in peace, because he's totally engrossed in Thumbelina) and this neat tea cosy for me, something I have been meaning to knit for a long time, but now won't have to.
It already looks at home in our little tea-making corner. Thank you so much Rachael!
