Saturday, November 21, 2020

Sleeping Under Trees

I always think of Old Man Willow as Tolkien's invention, and it may well be, but Gerald Durrell relates some intriguing tree sleep-danger folklore from Corfu in the mid-1930s: 

"I will tell you something, little lord," he said; "it is dangerous for you to lie here, beneath these trees."  
 
I glanced up at the cypresses, but they seemed safe enough to me, and so I asked why he thought they were dangerous.  
 
"Ah, you may well sit under them, yes. They cast a good shadow, cold as well-water; but that's the trouble, they tempt you to sleep. And you must never, for any reason, sleep beneath a cypress." 
 
He paused, stroked his moustache, waited for me to ask why, and then went on:
 
"Why? Why? Because if you did you would be changed when you woke. Yes, the black cypresses, they are dangerous. While you sleep, their roots grow into your brains and steal them, and when you wake up you are mad, head as empty as a whistle."
 
I asked whether it was only the cypress that could do this, or did it apply to other trees. 
 
"No, only the cypress," said the old man, peering up fiercely at the trees above me as though to see whether they were listening[...].

My Family and Other Animals at 31.



(Edition: Durrell, Gerald. My Family and Other Animals. Penguin Books, 2004.)