JUST OUTSIDE my kitchen there’s an apple tree, one of two here in my Oxford garden. And it was a friend of mine who first remarked that I seemed to have a yakshini in my tree. Here she is. ♣
Dūrgā Devī
JUST OUTSIDE my kitchen there’s an apple tree, one of two here in my Oxford garden. And it was a friend of mine who first remarked that I seemed to have a yakshini in my tree. Here she is. ♣
Dūrgā Devī
I don’t know much about Burl,
tho I’ll give it a whorl,
an I may gnarly get it right,… or knot.
Mayhaps yer apples be saucy!
Fir all yer tree’s gibbosely excrescence,
there’s a dish of leathercoats for you, and there be dragons.
The Maliades, Meliades or Epimelides were
tree Nymphai of apple and other fruit trees.
In their watch over the golden apples they were assisted or
superintended by the dragon Ladon. (So be on the watch for
knuckerholes and drown the knuckers!)
Mayhaps a Hegemone of yakshinis migrated to
Oxford during the British Empire per se.
They would possess a tree for Lord Kubera.
Yet they were still themselves; the trees could not conceal
their former shapes…
Goodness gracious great boughs of fire!
Tutti frutti, oh Rudy
A whop bop-a-lu whop a blam bam mu
I’d lichen them to burr knots capable of producing both roots and shoots.
The Welsh Burr Knot is a late summer to early autumn cooking apple.
Egremont Russet and James Grieve testified to this very fact.
An apt eleventh hour mantra would be to grow an apple in a bottle.
Before it matures, make a tart cider, shandy or schnapps elixir.
Dryades are just the trick to cure your thirst, knock wood.
Of course you could wait until the apple matures,
but what fun is a mature Yakshinis in a bottle?
Johnny B. Goode could play an apple seed like a ringin a Bel.
Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but B.
Very nice!