I think I've always had a thing for trees. (See post below). As children, my friend
Miki and I were late for school one day because we performed a marriage ceremony between two trees...one had a protruding 'pregnant' bump so we thought they should be joined in matrimony in case any unexpected saplings arrived. And I've already talked about the Tall Pines. What I haven't mentioned is my morning bath shared with a tree. I am a bath taker, really do not like showers at all. There have been studies regarding the differences between bathers and shower takers....but I digress.
So every morning I sit in my soaking tub and look out my window at a huge maple that fills the entire frame. Living in Wisconsin, my backyard tree changes with each season dramatically. And this is how I measure and see the passing of time. During Autumn, I treasure the blazing reds and oranges that greet my day. Throughout the long Winter, I see the huge squirrels' nest perched between the stark, black limbs blowing in the gray gusts and feel if that squirrel family can hold on and make it through what seems to be an endless parade of cold, dark days than I can as well. Then slowly but surely, the green fuzzy glow begins to appear with the budding of Spring and before I know it, the tree is fully dressed in bright green leaves and I have no clue what the squirrels are up to. It's officially Summer. Somehow, I am comforted by this visual daily record that confirms that today is different than yesterday, again and again.
PS. Nobody has ever commented on this blog site, which makes me think these really are Notes to Myself.
If anything strikes you, please share so that I know I am not chatting with a
cyber black hole. Thanks!
