The rain beats down heavily as I run for cover beneath the Eucalyptus tree that stands tall at the bottom of the garden. I gaze upwards towards the glistening towering trunk as it soars to the sky reaching and stretching to find and touch the day light. I imagine it's strong comforting arms have been standing here for a hundred years watching and smiling as families come and go.
How many children have climbed it's tall limbs? There isn't a generation gone by that can resist the branches of a tree, a quiet place to dream big and imagine a grown up future. A place to be at one with nature at the bottom of the garden.
Green Ivy now blankets the feet of the Eucalyptus, year by year gradually creeping and twining gracefully higher and higher. Raindrops coat the twisted vine displaying every vein in all their glory enticing me in to admire their beauty. I can't help but run my finger over the shiny surface of this delicate leaf. I suddenly feel a sense of peace as I know brighter days are ahead, spring is just around the corner. I can feel it in the air.