After the Storm

Autumnal leaves from an English Oak tree. Click the image to view full size detail.

Β©Misky 2021

9 responses to “After the Storm”

  1. The sensuous, flowing lines of those oak leaves make me think they were designed when art nouveau was in fashion. 😊

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    1. Oaks are pretty amazing…

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      1. They grow so huge, and live so long. There is one near me that is over four hundred year old. I can’t get my head around that. It was here when Elizabeth I was on the throne! 😊

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        1. Our house before our current one was built when her father was chopping off heads of various wives, and the heavy oak beams in the ceiling were even older. Just extraordinary. I loved that house, but Mr M kept hitting his head on the beams. One time nearly knocked him out cold. πŸ˜‚ Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. We sold the house after that episode.

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          1. 🀣🀣Why do women do that? Mrs H could not stop laughing when I fell six feet through an open trapdoor into our foundations!

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            1. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ sorry.sorry! I attribute it to a slip-on-a-banana-peel sense of humour. Three Stooges sort of thing. As soon as we know you’re not hurt, too badly, and you’re still physically able to remove the stuck lid on the jar of Nutella, we laugh out of relief. Were you okay when you hit bottom?

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            2. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚It was several years ago now. I was okay apart from a cut leg. Your Nutella explanation has enlightened me why Mrs H felt free to laugh immediately in that case!

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        2. ps: signing off for the day. I need to throw a chicken into the oven.

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