I admired the trees across the way often. Last time I really appreciated them was about 10 days when I practiced tai chi on my back deck late one evening. No moon but street light fell on the tree tops beyond my back lane neighbour's driveway casting them in a ghostly glow. A delightful focal point for my stances. From my studio and kitchen windows, I've watched the copse of treese reflect the seasons, found a peace within them, seen deer escape into them, heard robins sing in them, watched crows watch me from their depths. Last week, to my horror and despair, the trees were all cut, stripped and mulched. I couldn't stand to watch. Even to notice. But this morning after work, I drove past. A miserable morning of wet snow and low clouds. A fitting day to witness destruction. My soul wept.
The ironies are startling: deer vs Deere and cutting down a beautiful mini forest of trees during Earth Day week. I grew up in England close to hills but with no garden/ fresh grass yard, only a concrete back yard which housed a huge orange iron coal bin. We did have a couple of window boxes and rhododendrons and azaleas in tubs but no trees. I loved the hills and the local cemetry which had narrow paths lined with horse chestnut trees and oaks. All the trees in my yard now irritate my neighbours but I love my trees. All trees. Somehow I will have to honour the trees across the way and all the joy they gave through the years.
May you have chance to hug and thank a tree today.
Welcome! I'm Sue Blott: a writer of all things, a poet at heart, mom, wife, daughter, step-mom, grandma, tea drinker, tai chi-er, mystic, artist, dreamer...and now a blogger! This is my world.