CATEGORY: DARE BRAIN DATE: AUGUST 3, 2018
With a steaming mug of hot Irish tea in my cogitative corner, it’s understanding I seek.
The unconditionally loving ways trees give to our world is immeasurable, of course y’all know this.
Never met a tree I didn’t love. From the misshapen coastal tree to the knobby gnarly mountain tree. From the lush botanical garden tree, to the sparsely branched valley tree. I’ve always loved trees.
In my youth, I lived in the Great Central Valley, in a rented old green farm house. There was enough space between Hwy 120, which ran along the front, and our house for an old 100 ft. tall black walnut tree and mature fruit trees. Pear, peach, apricot, almond and plum trees, patches of flowers and a wine-grape vineyard.
On long hot summer days, I contentedly played under fruit laden limbs with my “marble” people, building rock & stick homes in exotic locales, and every time I got hungry, I climbed or reached up for food.
It matters not to trees who you are, where in the world you came from, if you’ve money or not, or your lack of fame … for when a tree loves, it’s natural to love all the same.
Trees don’t care about skin color, the language we speak, political or religious views or our egos’ unresolved guilt, fear, blame, judgements or if we are a boy or girl. Protection, beauty, food to spare, in generosity it deals … for when a tree loves, without borders, it heals.
A trees fiber is an all for one, one for all defense … for when a tree loves, knowing the truth, it remembers it’s waru sense.
For more understanding of trees, get Fred Hageneder’s beautiful book “The Meaning of Trees” (c) 2005
What about “random acts of trees”, limbs and whole trees falling on our vehicles; big Texas tree letting 6 yr. olds fall out? Let’s ask a tree, just not a Whomping Willow!
This has been a deb’s witty ditty on deb’s ditty blog.
