I have always always loved tales that involved cottages found off the beaten path - either in a deep dark forest or on the end of a long dirt path at the edge of a forgotten meadow. The kind of cottages that contain gnarled old women who offer advice of the most unusual sort and are surrounded by wild and useful old gardens and oftentimes a tree (just as gnarled as the dweller) clanking with bottles and charms meant to ward off evil spirits.
I thought if I had my own bottle tree, it would be tucked into some corner of my lawn, and while no one would probably come seeking advice from my house, at least I would have such an interesting (and protective!) tree. One month ago I bought a house with absolutely no trees on the entire lot. On a tree-lined street no less!
Photo Credits: Ken Rockwell, lifeonflower, and Taggart