You’ve got a magic tree: what does it grow?
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You’ve got a magic tree: what does it grow?
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Hmmm… Now this is something to mull over!
Thanks!
Elizabeth
This so called magic tree would grow truth!! What is truth? I do know
Whatever anyone truly needs the most.
My magic tree grows Memory Nuggets.
You can pick a nugget when you’re missing someone or need a reminder of how blessed you are. The memory nugget can be words of wisdom from someone you admire, a whisper from a friend or a whiff of perfume from someone you miss.
The tree goes both ways because you can share words that you wish you had said, ask questions that were never asked and look into lives from long ago.
That’s what grows on my magic tree!
Money. Duh.
Plums! All year round
Politicians with integrity?
Okay, I have to say this is one of the strangest tips. But I still like them, so looking forward to tomorrow’s!
-Tia
http://www.tiallarising.wordpress.com
You’re kidding right? So many more worthy and relevant topics.
The tree grows what each person who approaches it needs the most. Not what they want the most, but what they need the most. For one person, it might be the ability to understand another person. For another, food. Stepping into its shade would automatically remove the urge to steal it or cut it down, just to keep the magic going for a generation or so.
There is an old saying ” money doesn’t grow on trees” but I would like to disprove that idea by having a tree that does grow money.
Now I don’t want to be greedy, for although money does not buy you happiness I would like just a little bit more than I have at present. Trying to survive on a basic UK pension is not much fun. So, Yes a little money tree would be most appreciated
Wish it grows another magic tree
What, no bonus?
Clean sheets.
and i’m going to put mine in the wash now!
I think this comes from school – when we only had ONE clean sheet every 2 weeks. Just how mean was that!
Olá a todos, a minha arvore mágica seria aquela que dá os melhores frutos.
Ou seja a realização de todos os meus sonhos, que infelizmente não posso realizar, por mais esforços que faça.
Como se diz você faz planos e vive de sonhos, e ¨Deus ¨desfaz tudo.
Abraços a todos!
Mina!
Does a tree have to be anything other than a normal tree? Here’s my take on this…
http://2e0mca.wordpress.com/2011/03/06/you%E2%80%99ve-got-a-magic-tree-what-does-it-grow/
It grows twisty branches and corkscew leaves or huge pink fragrant tulip flowers or mulberries that the birds come from miles around to eat. and in the fall it grows rainbows of bright color. I love trees and I think every one of them is a magic tree.
My tree grows healthy foods, only: http://bit.ly/icWs66
My magic tree would grow magic band-aids that would cure anything.
http://sheepplusplus.wordpress.com/2011/03/06/magic-tree/
My magic tree is blooming with positivity and optimism
Easy.
http://bewordy.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/my-tree/
Why do you only suggest topics from plinky? I’m a user there so if I wanted to answer any of their prompts I would done it on their site and automatically published it to my blog…
Thankyou! My point exactly.
Two boys were building a tree house. When the floor and a part of the wall were almost in place, one of them hammered in a nail. “For guests to hang up their clothes,” he explained.
I think that’s a wonderful example of how magic a tree truly can be. Or what about a hammock between two trees, and a good book?
A magic tree might come in handy, but there’s a lot of fuss with it. That’s the conclusion in my post.
My tree would be an inspiration tree in the middle of the village. Here people could pick an inspirational note from the tree and tell stories. (Sounds like some daily writing prompts we’ve heard about, doesn’t it?) Storytelling around a campfire is an underestimated art form.
Also included in my post, links to two global writing events in March: World Storytelling Day (March 20, the theme is WATER – story or photo) and World Poetry Day (March 21).
http://zolh2011.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/storytelling-under-an-inspiration-tree/
My magic tree would grow trees! When they are ripe you pluck the sapplings and plant them in the ground so they can produce their own trees! It would work wonders in places left barren from forest fires, and even help re-populate the swathes of country ravaged by loggers.
I don’t get this at all, magic trees? So I’ve written about something that really gets me cross, train fares. Plead read it and add appropriate comments.
In grows seeds that make more magic trees. After all, if you have an apple tree it only produces seeds to make more apple trees. The same rule would apply to a magic tree. LOL.
http://jode90.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=224&action=edit&message=6
http://jode90.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/diamonds-diamonds-diamonds/
Posted the wrong link above! What a plonker!
Does anyone remember Return To Oz? Does anyone remember the lunch pail tree.
check out mine.
http://ishakandhanin.com/2011/03/08/my-tree-that-grows-magic/
My magic tree doesn’t grow anything, it just stands there all day lazily swaying in the wind…
Love, peace and happiness.
I had a Magic tree once, well several to be honest. One such experience was an encounter with the Magic Tree Police.
I was living in Holbeach in the UK at the time when by coincidence there had been an investigation into a sighting of a van which had apparently been used in connection with a bomb plot somewhere locally.
I was just getting out of the shower when to my horror I spotted a team of Police officers scouring the park behind my house coming in my direction.
Our fence was broken in several places and it bizarrely looked as though the officers were going to take the shortcut through the garden.
Out the back of the house I was sharing was a selection of traffic cones that me and my room mate had ‘borrowed’ on our drunken adventures late at night (Holbeach had very little as amusement so we got very drunk – regularly), we we’re probably famous for our traffic cones and chinese food on the way home and two of my prized ‘magic’ trees were growing up against the wall in full view…
Half naked I dragged them into the house and frantically shredded them into pieces hoping to minimise any potential encounters I might have in the near future.
Sure enough there was a knock on the kitchen window. I raised my head to see three Police officers stood staring into my kitchen, all looking at me in a rather bemused way as I peered over the sink at them.
I cautiously opened the door whereby the head officer asked me if it were ok if he and the lads could cut through the garden onto the front street…
Talk about squeaky bum time, I could hardly keep a straight face and had no idea how guilty I may have looked as they casually awaited my answer.
“Of course officer” I mumbled in shock as the Officer in charge mused at my collection of cones.
Just as they were about to turn he smiled cheekily and said in a quiet voice, “Good job me and the boys are on Duty and didn’t see that vegetation your shredding right now, otherwise you’d have more to worry about than the traffic cones…”
At that he smiled and off they went, chuckling to themselves.
Without further ado I proceeded to smoke the rest of the evidence in case anyone else were to be visiting later that day.
Had anyone else come that night, I wouldn’t have cared anyway…
this magic tree will grow good future for me and my family
i would say LOVE