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Florence gazed up through the old cypress tree at a speckless sky.
The tree listed to the west, its bark wizened, branches balding. Gramma Mags had instructed Morris to cut it into logs, burn it through the blistering winter to come.
But one autumn afternoon over cucumber sandwiches and slabs of Madeira cake, Florence read from Dickens, Bunyan, Shakespeare, Chaucer until the sun set prickly through the leaves. She rubbed the trunk with pinked fingers.
‘This tree’s older than them all, Gramma.’
Gramma had nodded, pulled her shawl tight against the wind. ‘Best knit me another shawl then,’ she said.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See the picture and hone your own story. See here to share, read and comment.
Notes
For those of you unfamiliar with any of the literary figures mentioned above –
I loved the sun setting priickly
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Thank you Neil
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Cracked up at the title. So many wonderful turns of phrase. Glad the tree will stay!
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Thanks so much Karen
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Gee, I think I’ve heard of some of them. 😉
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Haha! 🙂
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Loved how the tree was saved.
Beautifully written, as always!
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Thank you Moon
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Another lovely scene description Lynn. I’m glad you saved the tree in the end.
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Yes, for once nothing died – not even the tree!
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Wonderfully done, Lynn. Glad the reading of those wonderful authors changed Gramma’s mind…
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I think she got the point! Thanks Dale
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🙂
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Gramma gets a new shawl and the tree lives on. Lovely story.
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Thank you Jilly
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Nice old fashioned language and imagery
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Thanks Larry
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I love Florence’s proposed solution to the “problem” of cutting down the tree and Gramma’s response.
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Thank you Alicia. Sad to chop down a tree unless you have to. I think they might need more than one shawl knitting though! Thanks for reading
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Lovely little portrait here. Good solution.
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Thanks Josh
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What does she think the books are made from?
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Ha! Good point Martin
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Beautifully done, Lynn. And I’m all for saving a tree.
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Thank you Sandra. Me too
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Dear Lynn,
I loved speckless sky. You have such a way with description, but I’ve said this before. 😉 I’m glad that Florence changed Gramma’s mind. Lovely piece. Thank you for the links. I know of these authors but cn’t say that I’ve read all of them.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you so much Rochelle – it means a great deal to me that you like my writing.
As for the authors, well I felt a bit daft including links to Shakespeare and Dickens as I’m guessing most writers will have read some of their work. Chaucer I’ve only read translated into modern English (I love the sound of the Middle English original but can only understand scraps of it!) and Bunyan … well, I confess I haven’t read him either, so I need to read my own links! Thank you again
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I’m glad those old authors reminded Gramma that some old things are worth saving 🙂
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Thanks Draliman – you got my point exactly. Thank you too for reading
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Clever — love how she put it in perspective, especially because I love old trees!
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Thank you Joy. I didn’t exactly shake the world with this one, but some days you just have to write what comes to you if nothing else will. I love trees too. We have a cherry tree and an apple in our garden and though they’re not huge, I love having them – such pleasure when the blossom comes
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Stories have their own unique values, and it’s not always world-shaking; sometimes it’s soft and sweet. I would love to have cherry and apple trees in my yard! If I had a yard, that is… We get a lot of citrus here, and fig trees, which are great until the rats find them (ugh).
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We can grow fig trees here, but I’m not sure our weather is quite warm enough to ripen them properly. Same with the many passion flowers you see around the city – we get the lovely flowers but the fruit are a bit hopeless. Definitely not warm enough for citrus! Thank you for the encouragement Joy
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I come from apple and corn country, so walking past lemon, grapefruit and even palm and banana (!) trees in my neighbors’ yards took some getting used to!
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Wow! Sounds hopelessly exotic to me, though logic dictates these trees must grow plentifully somewhere. Citrus, though – that must be amazing to walk past
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The best part is when your friends have too many lemons or grapefruit and invite me to come over and pick as many as I’d like!
And if you want *exotic* — we actually have Birds of Paradise all over the place here. I remember thinking that was the most exotic flower I’d ever seen, and here they’re more common than lilies.
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Wow! Birds of Paradise, really? That’s amazing. We can’t even grow them as house plants here. I’ve only ever seen them in the glasshouses at Kew Gardens in London. How gorgeous. Our apples and cherries sound pretty tame compared
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Sort of amazing, and sort of like desensitizing – they no longer seem exotic to me because they’re everywhere. 😦
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And they’re really quite expensive here. Maybe you could have a sideline growing them and shipping them to the UK 😉
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Given my brown thumb, any venture involving growing plants is unlikely to be profitable!
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🙂
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It took some very eminent people to save the old tree. Lovely read.
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Thank you Yarnspinner 🙂
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I like to wait until they are actually down before turning them into firewood.
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Well, Gramma’s just being practical I suppose. And I’m sure the moment the tree has any kind of problem she’ll have it felled without a second thought!
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i’m glad the tree stays. it has provided shades for many generations.
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Me too. Thanks for reading Plaridel
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What a lovely thought, that great fiction can change somebody’s mind about a practical action. How heartening to thing that we writers participate in that heritage. Your story is encouraging, Lynn!
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Well, we can only hope this might be the case! Thank you Penny
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I love your descriptive language, Lynn. Hooray for saving the tree.
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Hooray indeed Russell! Thanks for reading 🙂
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Just lovely!
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Thanks very much
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Oh for goddness sake, just get some logs on the fire!
Seriously, your usual delightful creation.
And like all the soft hearts above, I think a 600-year old tree is worth saving.
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Just turn the electric bar heater up and pull on the woolly socks, I say! Yep, I can’t resist an old tree either. Thank you C
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You’ve painted a picture here. It was almost like watching it on film. Lovely atmosphere.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Excellent story. Loved all the literary references too.
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Thank you so much. Really glad you liked it 🙂
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I hope Morris hears of Gramma Mags updated thought. Loved how you detailed the lean, and balding branches. I had to check out your matching description. Well done Lynn.
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Thanks so much for the close read and the thoughtful comment Dan
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Lovely story Lynn. I loved the last line. Hard to imagine a tree that beat Chaucer but it saved him from being chopped into firewood.
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Thanks so much Irene
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Such a lovely sentimental tale. I’m so happy that the tree managed to live on.
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Me too! Thanks so much for reading
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A novel take and a wonderful piece of descriptive prose. I really like it!
Click to read my 99 words!
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Thanks Keith
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Wonderful, Lynn. I love how she says she’ll need another shawl. Save the trees!
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Thank you Sascha!
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Heavy reading for one afternoon. I am pleased Gramma didn’t get her way, it is such a lovely spot. Get knitting then. Fun read.
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Thank you James
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Prickly through the leaves is a different take on dappled shade, loved it. Literature saves the day!
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Ah, thank you Fatima for the lovely comment. And thank you for reading
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Love the legacy of the tree… it’s worth a new shawl 🙂
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Absolutely! Thank you Bjorn
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Yay, the tree is spared!
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What a beautifully rounded story!
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Thank you 🙂
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A heartening story -think Florence has got her Gramma’s feisty’ness- love the idea of wooing someone with Chaucer and friends. A most satisfying story. Well done.
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Thank you so much! Yes, never had the chance to woo with Chaucer, but I like the sound of it 🙂
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the sun set prickly through the leaves – beautiful image. Sadness within, but also hope. Well done.
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Thank so much. I liked that line too – pleased with that. Thank you so much for reading
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