Frank the Tree

The tree stood at the back of Ali’s Garden. He was tall and had once been very strong, sadly the tree was quite old and dried out. That did not make Ali and Andrew love him any less. They had bought him a mustache and spectacles and called him Frank. It did not stop the birds of the air from perching and taking a rest on his branches. It did not stop the squirrels from scampering up his trunk. Even if to the natural eye, Frank was apparently old and dried out, he was quite alive with all the creatures that climbed and perched and sang in his branches. Frank enjoyed his visitors, and from way up there he could see for miles and miles.
Frank could see sunsets and rainbows. He saw storms, lightning and thunder. Some of the things he really loved watching were the squirrels that nested in the smart new house that Andrew had hammered to his trunk. He had watched the squirrel man come and close up the hole where they had been getting into Andrew’s roof. Ali and Andrew loved their garden. They had a sparkling fountain where the birds and animals could come and drink and bathe. They had bird feeders and Squirrel feeders and a big vegetable patch where delicious carrots and green beans and peas grew. Every morning they would come outside and fill the feeders with nuts and seeds for all the creatures to eat.
Frank saw the animals that came to visit the garden in the day and the ones who came at night. Frank lived in Canada. Winters were very long, for much of the year the garden was covered with snow.
The creatures and trees in the garden were preparing for winter. The trees leaves were changing color. The squirrels were gathering nuts.
These are some of their adventures in Ali’s garden. They would love you to join them.