The Blossom Tree
By B. F. Medlin
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The Blossom Tree presents a series of sharply written short stories with a genuine New Zealand voice. Heartwarming, tender, gritty and humorous, nearly all the stories are drawn from real people and based on true events.
B. F. Medlin
B.F. Medlin lives with her partner and teenage daughter in the Otago township of Waikouaiti.
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The Blossom Tree - B. F. Medlin
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ISBN: 978-1-5043-0167-1 (sc)
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Balboa Press rev. date: 06/21/2016
CONTENTS
The Blossom Tree
Tai Chi Me
The Dwarf Citrus
A Lucky Man
Kindness of a Stranger
Dreams Of Warriors
Tane
Simply Perfect
The Emails
The Big White Box
Sojourn With Clasical Sarah
The Rescuer
Alstroemeria
The Praying Mantis
To my wonderful parents Fay & Harry Voice.
Thank you for your love and wisdom.
blossomtree.jpgTHE BLOSSOM TREE
I woke early. It was too early for the shrill chatter of children winding their way over to the local primary school. Too early even for the distant drone of traffic on the motorway flowing bumper to bumper like a stream of consciousness. My attention was drawn to rustling outside the window. Two resident tuis were up bright and early plundering nectar from the yellow Kowhai. The early morning sun cast their bobbing images onto the curtains like shadow puppets. The thought made me smile. I decided to get up and run a bath. My daughter was coming over later to take me shopping. After my soak I would whip up her favourite morning tea of fresh warm pikelets with raspberry jam and cream. I would make a double batch. Her young grandchildren regularly pop in on me after school. I drew back the bedclothes and put my feet to the floor. The tuis sensed company and departed, the velvety sound of their wings trailing away in the distance. The walker by the bedside helped steady me to my feet and glide me through to the bathroom. I leant across to lift up the toilet seat when my feet slid forward on the smooth bathroom tiles. I reached for the walker, but was unable to stop my descent to the floor. Lying there, shocked by the painful impact, my full bladder sent a stream of warm liquid cascading down my legs. I cried, unable to move.
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I was brought up a Catholic, so was my mother. When you’re very young you don’t imagine you can pick or choose on the matter. We lived in a place called Rewanui on the beautiful, wild, West Coast of the South Island, New Zealand. Sometimes it seemed like it rained practically all the time. But how I enjoyed the sound of that same heavy rain thundering on our iron roof at night, tucked up warm, secure and safe.
My earliest memory is of whining at mum to let me go and get apples. I might have been about five or six. On the way back with them, some young scallywags called the Steel brothers scared the heck out of me by warning of a ghost on the line. So I put the apples under an old timer’s veranda for safe-keeping, and hid. When I heard a noise, I thought it was the ghost. I was so scared, and yelled who’s that on the trolley line, who’s that on the trolley line?
Down came my big brother Col. Mum had sent him out to see where I had got to.
There was six of us kids. I was the fifth child and only girl. My baby brother Dini was two years younger. In 1922, when I was nine, my oldest brother Clarence died from Tuberculosis aged twenty-two. I remember he died in our mother’s arms on the kitchen floor, his blood the brightest red against her white dress. After his funeral, mum and dad bought a Cherrie Blossom. One of my mother’s favourite trees. Father planted it close to my brother’s