For the past two days, the wind and rain has been relentless.
Heavy rain falling steadily, branches swaying, the kind of weather that makes you pause and think, not today.
I wasn’t sure I’d get the chance this year.
But then, in the afternoon, there was a break.
Not for long—but just enough.
Enough to step outside.
Enough to gather the basket.
Enough to begin.

One by one, I hung the eggs – bright colours against a grey sky, ribbons catching what little breeze remained. A small ritual, inspired by the German Ostereierbaum tradition, bringing a little bit of spring into the garden.
There’s something quietly grounding about it.
No rush. No perfection. Just the act of doing.



And then, as I stood back to take it all in, I heard it—
A child walking past, voice full of excitement:
“The magical fairy tree is back.”
And just like that, the moment became something more.
Not just a tree.
Not just a tradition.
But a reminder.
That even in uncertain conditions, something beautiful can still take shape.
That small windows of opportunity are sometimes all we need.
And that what we create, no matter how simple, can bring unexpected joy to others.

The wind and rain returned not long after.
But the tree is still there.
Bright. Cheerful. Quietly magical. 💚💜
