My friend Johannes says that it is considered fortunate to have an Oak Tree at the entrance to your home.

I do not know the name of the man who has lived in this tree for as long as I have driven along this leafy road, Observatory Curve in Johannesburg. Must be nearly 20 years now.

This morning, I went to visit to see if I could meet him. There was a warm smell of a small fire burning inside and I have seen smoke pouring out of the top of the house in winter. Though there was none today.

I called out and he replied but he didn’t open the door.

Actually there was no door that I could see. Or even a window. I said I wanted to take photographs and he said something I could not hear but he still did not appear. I have seen him once or twice when driving past and he looks like he is part of the tree. An oak.

When you go there, you get a real sense of sanctuary. Home.

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Lesley Perkes

Lesley Perkes

Lesley Perkes writes about the state of imagination, her general loss of respect for politics and big business with too few exceptions, eyesores, aesthetically pleasing moments of bliss. Every now and...

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