Oct 14: Flame Tree

Oh the flame trees will blind the weary driver
And there's nothing else could set fire to this town
There's no change, there's no pace
Everything within its place

~~ "Flame Trees" Cold Chisel
(words Don Walker, music Steve Prestwich)

In a random act of forward-planning, Gavstar and I went down the road to his parents' place to get some small branches from their flame tree. The plan is to strike half a dozen or so, then plant them around our farm.

We'll save one to plant in the house's front (back?) yard with the baby's placenta as part of a naming ceremony. I might just get this ceremony into this "year of gratitudes" if we can rally some more forward-planning energy!

Today I am thankful for a home where we can plant a tree and watch it grow alongside the baby.