In truth it does the tree no justice at all but, I still love this little tree. I love the way it stands on it's own, it stands tall, it stands proud, it watches as the other trees bend in the wind. This tree, however, always maintains an air of dignified grace.
Whilst you cannot see it this little tree is home to a beautiful barn owl, a family of field mice, two hares and a vole. No common ore garden squirrels are allowed near. No, this proud little tree has his standards - and those standards must be maintained!
This little tree gives me a lift on my way to work. This little tree makes me smile. This little tree wipes away the gloom.
I love this little tree!
not strange at all...makes perfect sense to me!
ReplyDeleteNo it’s not strange to love a tree. I sometimes wonder when I’m driving on the
ReplyDeletemotorway, and I see one of those little copses of wood in a field, about what
lives in there.
Our house is situated in 1/3 acre - it use to be the village green and had an orchard. We have inherited a huge sycamore, plum trees, apple trees, a horsechestnut to name but a few - we love them all and feel special. Lovely post. Dx
ReplyDeleteI think you should branch out more and get a leaf. (Sorry, that's almost as bad as Sir Bruce Forsyth's jokes!) No, it's not strange. Communing with Mother Nature helps to de-stress and, as you said, it makes you smile and gives you a lift.
ReplyDeleteSomebody must speak for the trees (The Lorax). I wonder if the tree sees you too?
ReplyDeleteNO! And again NO, it is NOT strange to love a tree. I think I've fallen in love with one at every place I've lived. When I was four, I had a dogwood tree named Rosebud with branches arranged just right for lounging. I practically lived in that tree. When I was eight, my apple tree, Caleb, was my best friend. I'd sit in his branches for hours at a time just chatting and having a great time. When I was 10, there was a tree with a strange part of it's branch that looked like a
ReplyDeletehorse's head staring straight at me. We passed it going to and from
anything in town, and I always smiled and waved, and sometimes whispered
encouragement to it as we passed.
I'll spare you all the details of my life with trees, but I did write a blog post about it a few years ago. You'd have to do a search on my blog for it, though, since I've forgotten the name of the post.
Anyway, SOLIDARITY! We are not strange! (At least, not for being friends with a tree.)