Ahh, trees…a place for contemplation at every stage in their lives. Yes I need to be with this again and again.
In my travels for work, errands, or leisure I have long been aware that I often see a tree that calls out to tell its story. Each has something mysterious or distinctive that speaks in its surrounding landscape. I love to see these trees again and again as the seasons and years pass. I mourn them when they are no longer standing regardless of the reason.
We have a weeping beech in our backyard, full of memories since Jim planted it decades ago. That tree and I have a “conversation” each day about all the ways it fills lives with its unique beauty. It offers solace, much like a hug, when you are surrounded by its branches that create a room around its trunk.
Wow! Needs many readings/listenings. So rich!
Ahh, trees…a place for contemplation at every stage in their lives. Yes I need to be with this again and again.
In my travels for work, errands, or leisure I have long been aware that I often see a tree that calls out to tell its story. Each has something mysterious or distinctive that speaks in its surrounding landscape. I love to see these trees again and again as the seasons and years pass. I mourn them when they are no longer standing regardless of the reason.
We have a weeping beech in our backyard, full of memories since Jim planted it decades ago. That tree and I have a “conversation” each day about all the ways it fills lives with its unique beauty. It offers solace, much like a hug, when you are surrounded by its branches that create a room around its trunk.
Ahh…trees…with roots, branches, leaves, scars, stories, life…