The magical, fantastical tree.

Dear Tree-lovin' Friends and Fellow Travellers,

Yesterday, soon o' morning, there me was, with 2 family members, swooshing past rickety homes surrounded by trees.

It was all romantical like in them tv movies about old times, and like in that Netflix show, Anne With An E. Fog swirling, and homes shut up to keep warm. I coulda just smell the coffee and toast, jam and bake beans for breakfast.

But y'know what was wrong with the picture?

Not a coconut tree in sight. 

This part o' Florider here is too cold for them. They need sunshine, and they want breeze to make them swing like Car'bean dancers.

When I get me own home, the first thing I gon do is plant a couple o' coconut trees.  

Coconut tree is the most fantastical tree in the universe. You can lay back and watch it sway against the sky, make broom with the branches, oil from the coconut, and drink the water. It would take a fat book to list off what and what we can do with the various parts and produce of that tree.

It is the one tree that practically every child in my own native land does learn to draw. 

Even the crafts-people carve it into they work.

Granted, you can't risk hugging a coconut tree. Cos, depending on the mood of the tree, it can pelt you with a coconut and if that land on you' head, you might think a meteor drop on you when you see them stars swirling 'round you.

Speaking of dropping from a coconut tree, you can imagine what happen here one night?

I know y'all don't believe what you seeing. But I telling you, it is true. I hear the tale with me own two ears, well, one and a half, seeing that I got part hearing in the left ear after a childhood problem with a' ear quack.

Y'all stay safe from all things falling...sky and so on and so forth. 

Til next time, neena xx.