The Weather Tree

This tree grows outside the front of my house. I rescued it when it was the length of my forefinger. That was about thirty years ago. My neighbour Roger called it his weather tree, and hoped we wouldn’t cut it down because when he lay in bed he could tell the weather by it. When we had certain trees reduce in size, he asked us not to cut it down. We didn’t , and now it is showing signs that the season is on the turn.