in Memoriam of the mature Eucalyptus that leaned out over the road from the gardens of Craigdhu farmhouse
planted? – 2020
succumbed to the sudden south-westerly gales during May’s lockdown of 2020
To the tree, The tree that marked the exciting promise of youthful shenanigans. The tree that called me back to a place, That then welcomed me with open arms Each time I turned off the main trunk road along this smaller branching way. The tree that leaned ever further over all who entered here As if trying to vet them as they passed. The tree whose ancestors came from the other side of the world. Whose presence reminded some, who have settled here, of Home. The tree that succumbed, eventually, to Wind and Time, The tree that will forever be growing still, alive and well, In so many of our memories. Kat Robertson June 2020
Sadly, these are the best of the photographs I can find of this local tree legend, when it was alive and towering over village B-road.
It was such an iconic landmark for all who lived here.
It felt like a physical blow to see it lying here.
I stopped the car and spent some Time with it.
I ‘asked’ for some bark and a piece of wood that I thought I might try and make a didgeridoo with it….but having researched how to do it I am not sure my skills are up to that! No termites here to have naturally hollowed it out!
The bark looks a bit like a tribal warrior, to me, walking along, when vertical, and reminisent of a local landscape, when horizontal….
Then there came another local, art initiative.
A Craignish ‘lockdown’ postcard art exhibition!
Postcard sized creations on the theme of ‘Craignish Lockdown’.
Blank postcards to be collected from the village shop and returned to the special postbox on the counter, or the co-ordinator…
To be exhibited in the village hall and, hopefully seen, as restrictions to movement and social distancing roles ‘loosen’.
Another wonderful idea!
This is my submission.
In honor of this old freind we have lost during this Time.
I painted the tree, using just the local mud, then hid that behind an aboriginal style, dot-work, design, as a nod to it’s ancestors.
The central ‘dots’ were punched out the bark of the tree itself and stuck on.
I wrote the poem above on the back.
Looking forward to seeing everyone’s ‘lockdown art’ all together… soon’ish’!?