When I was growing up there was a large, majestic horse chestnut tree growing directly opposite my bedroom window. These trees speak to me of home, and are abundant around the places I have lived, but particulary the Royal parks of South West London which formed the backdrop to so many summer days of my childhood.
Every April something miraculous happens overnight and it seems stark branches suddenly bush out into lush newly formed leafy oases, white ‘candle’ blossoms abounding.
I took a walk along the riverside in the rain and the opposite bank, lined with these wonderful trees, presented a magical aura through the misty haze. They trigger in me a yearning down the years, a romance, a snapshot of a perfect Spring day in the leafy provinces of an English country garden.
I’m sure they exist in other countries but for me, they are forever England, and, done up in their spring finery, they whisper secrets from their hundreds of years of existence. Did they witness Henry VIII galloping past to shoot down a stag? They are part of our past, present and future and are as much about the experience of high summer to me as a the smell of mown grass, barbeques sizzling or the lazy progress of the bumble bee as it drifts from bloom to bloom.
I know, I know, I’ve come over all poetic!
The candles are beautiful, aren’t they? We have one in our garden and the kids love it – it has been a great climbing tree.
They are so evocative of summertime and beautiful at this time of year aren’t they?
How fab to have such fond and vivid childhood memories. I don’t have a huge amount, but I felt the same this weekend after making chicken soup that (accidentally) tasted just like my Grandma used to make :o)
Ah, I know I was very lucky to have such a lovely childhood to look back on and I’m glad you have fond memories of your Grandma too. X
We can onlu imagine what these trees have seen and witnessed. Everything that they had experienced will be in their system (saw it inCSI) and I am sure they are interesting. #) #whastthestory
Intriguing! I think I’d like to come back as a horse chestnut in my next life!!
A lovely nostalgic post. I often imagine what castles and historic pieces have witnessed, but I never think about trees and our landscapes – I will now!
Ooh glad to have inspired you! Trees are amazing really – imagine living for hundreds of years. And beautiful too.
I loved reading this post. I love how a waft of nature can take us back so many years. A certain evening light and the sight and smell of hay bales in the fields always takes me straight back to summer time being 7 or 8. Thank you for giving me a moment reminiscing! Anyway, I digress, I love the idea of trees having so many stories to tell 🙂
Its nice to have a bit of a reminisce isn’t it?! I remember there is a scene in Four Weddings & a Funeral where they drive past a Horse Chestnut (the first wedding in the marquee) and it always makes me feel nostalgic!
Oh what a wonderfully nostalgic post – beautifully written too. There’s something rather special about taking in our surroundings, whatever the weather. I can almost smell that BBQ though! Lovely post, thank you so much for sharing #whatsthestory
Thanks for the opportunity to share Charly!
It’s true, certain trees come to represent special things to us, especially if it has something to do with our childhood. Beautiful post!
Thanks so much Tarana! It just came about because a vision across the river in the rain took me back through time – the way a specific smell can – and I’ve always loved this time of year and the look of horse chestnuts really changes from season to season. ‘Chestnut Sunday’ will be coming up in Bushy Park in the next couple of weeks – a celebration of the trees in full bloom with a procession, displays of vintage vehicles and little rides for children – I keep meaning to go but life always gets in the way!
Oh how lovely. I am really lucky that even though I live in the city we are right by a woods and when we are in it we just forget where we are really. It is beautiful #allaboutyou #whatsthestory
Sorry I was the comment above and my fingers got all trigger happy ha ha ha x
Lol!!
That’s like my Mum and Dad’s home – Bushy Park (one of Henry VIII’s deer parks where they roam free) is literally at the end of their road and you can absolutely lose yourself in there!
Lovely post, beautifully written. We couldn’t find horse chestnut trees here last year, and we did look… I adore trees, woodland is definitely one of my happy places x
You’ve just reminded me of something I never expected to see when I was living in Texas – grey squirrels – masses of them! It must be strange to be from somewhere like Iceland though where there are no real trees to speak of…
Such a beautiful post, made me feel all dreamy, perfect for this time of night! #AllAboutYou
Ah, thanks Zaz! X