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The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. ~~William Blake
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery
If you look closely at a tree you'll notice it's knots and dead branches, just like our bodies. What we learn is that beauty and imperfection go together wonderfully. ~Matthew Fox
Consider a tree for a moment. As beautiful as trees are to look at, we don't see what goes on underground - as they grow roots. Trees must develop deep roots in order to grow strong and produce their beauty. But we don't see the roots. We just see and enjoy the beauty. In much the same way, what goes on inside of us is like the roots of a tree. ~Joyce Meyer
Trees
BY JOYCE KILMER
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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This weekend, we said goodbye to two dear, dear friends. The sixty-some-odd foot Blue Spruce and its little sister, a fifty foot Northern Spruce, once magnificent sentinels, had become diseased and were dying. Rather than have them come crashing to the ground during a storm, or have them hit someone's house or car, we knew the time had come.
Once, they were such beautiful, majestic trees, deeply blue-green with branches that gracefully arced towards the ground. There was a place on the one where you could step into a darkened cave beneath the branches, breathe deeply of crisp undiluted Christmas and savor the twenty degree temperature drop on the hottest days of summer. Home to cardinals, robins, blue jays, chick-a-dees, finches and humming birds, each tree yearly supported more than fifty nests. Each snow-laden bough provided a crystalline roof and protection for the winter birds. The trees were landmarks, and meant 'home' to more than the birds sheltering within. The two guarded our home and filled what is now a sadly, empty front yard.
We had to take them down before the nests were built. The birds are flying in circles, daily patterns upset, as the safety and convenience of them are no more. They seem a bit lost, as are we. As I look out from my office window to piles of branches awaiting the chipper crew, each time I look out, I am arrested in mid-movement as the new view catches me off guard, yet again. The sun, unblocked by thick branches, or even the dying ones, blazes in through my window, blindingly bright. Branches that one were a natural curtain are no more. The two bird feeders swing forlornly, devoid of birds as there is now no safe retreat.
All winter, the turkeys and deer came to feed beneath their branches and the squirrels frolicked. Just two days ago, spring's orchestra and chorus was in full voice where now the song is silenced. I counted the rings and the trees were roughly forty-five to fifty years old. Same age as the house. For new trees to grow to even half the height and breadth will take more years than my husband and I have left on this planet. That is a singularly odd feeling. Mortality usually is.
What took fifty years to grow came down in a minute and thirty-seven seconds. Mind-bobbling as I stood there, across the street, filming it. It took four hours for all of us to de-branch, slice, chop and stack the wood along the back fence. Each summer fire in the burn-pit will be another testament to the tree. We found a string of now age-blackened beads tangled in the top-most branches. A remnant of some Christmas forty years ago, perhaps. We kept it.
Sure, we will plant new trees. Perhaps a dogwood, perhaps something else. It won't ever be the same. It will be different. Maybe we can plant a smaller spruce tree and decorate it come some future winter. (Yes, we would put those old beads on it!) There are endless possibilities. As there usually are when a change comes and one moves forward. I think of the paper I will make with some of the sawdust, of the table-top we will make from one of the more unusual slices from the trunk, of the stick that is now in my office. As with everything else in this world, it will live on, in memory and in pieces around our home.
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