Today’s mission was to visit a secret hiding spot – somewhere high up.
I chose a Chinese Elm tree at my parents’ house. Back in the day, I used to be able to climb this tree to get onto their roof, then slide down a branch Legolas-on-the-Oliphaunt’s-trunk style to get down. The access branch has long since been “retired” but the tree is still flourishing.
So here it is: today’s awesomeness (suggested by steffmetal.com).
Step 1: The manly hoick into the branches (yep, I was wearing an ankle-length dress. The last three times I visited I wore pants, but it was always either raining, blowing a gale, or both).
2. The first, “Hmm, maybe this isn’t such a good idea” moment.
3. The triumphant smirk as I reached my destination.
4. The casual glance back at the envious mini-people below.
5. The distressing realisation that I’m now stuck.
6. And finally, the descent.
I walked inside happy, brushing twigs and leaves from the outside of my dress, and wriggling to dislodge those trapped and digging into my skin.
No fatalities = awesome.
By the way, YES – comments on this entry get magically crunched into money for the charity Heifer International. Ditto for any comments this week. And yes, it’s a cunning ploy to draw out all you silent readers who visit several times a week without saying a word. Don’t worry; I won’t bite.*
PS A few days ago I promised to post the recipe of the best Christmas Pudding I ever tasted. It’s now up at http://shootingthrough.net/2010/12/19/245-food-on-fire/
*unlike a goat. Goats will not be sent to your home address, I promise.**
**Unless your home address is a poor village selected as a lucky goat recipient. If that’s the case, I can’t help you – except of course with the aforementioned goat.