Under the Medlar Tree.........

Once upon a time, there was a little house on a hill, called Medlar House. You might wonder why it would be called Medlar House? In the very pretty garden there was a tree. Not a big tree, just a nice spreading, friendly, middle sized tree, with large soft furry leaves. It was of course, a Medlar Tree. A good old fashioned tree with beautiful white blossoms in the Spring and little round fruits in the Autumn. In due course, these little round fruits would fall to the ground and they were just the right size for mice to nibble on.

Now also in this garden there was a hazel tree, a contorted hazel with curly branches and twigs and the little round hazel nuts would fall to the ground, quite close to the Medlar tree.
We all know what happens when you mix things up.

Curly round trees and unusual fruits? The mice who nibbled on these free foods at the base of the Medlar and Hazel trees had to be unusual too.They were Harvest mice, with tiny ears and long curly tails. Then.......

Medlar House mice became round like the Medlar and Hazelnuts which they liked to eat and a different colour to all the other mice in the world.

Medlar House mice were not brown and furry, or grey and sleek like their town and country cousins . They became pastel coloured; pretty pinks and blues, lavenders and lemons.

So here we have ......The Medlar House Mice.
You can just see them scurrying away into the roots of the Medlar tree, where they live, for they are quite shy mice - well...wouldn’t you be if you were blue or pink and you didn’t blend very well into the background like all the other mice?



Here on Tails from Medlar House you will be able to follow the stories of these mice as I create them.
And hopefully, eventually, take them into your own little garden.


Hope you enjoy Tails from Medlar House.

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