I Love Trees

This ice encrusted beauty embraces my third floor balcony. I live midtown and it gives me a rural-kind of feeling and is the first thing I see every morning from my bedroom window.

I feel a spiritual kinship with the wood population of our world. Have since I was a toddler. Probably my youngest memory was being pulled on a small toboggan by my father, through snow, to get a Christmas tree, and the memory is not so much that, as the feeling of grandeur and majesty, and power. Of course the toddler me did not have those words but certainly the feeling.

I love trees fully adorned and naked.

I love boys in trees. That is G1 about 15 years ago. He has changed. The tree not so much.

I love birds in trees. Okay, you get the idea. The thing is that just being in the proximity of a living tree is somehow magical.

I love these trees though they are filled with a different kind of life

And then of course I love these. Faux not real and more Charlie Brown than regal.

It’s tiny, a bit bizarre, but it is a tree!

Have a wonderful day all!

ChrisG Saturday December 4th ’21

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One is about 43 degrees latitude N. and longitude 80 W, The other almost equidistant south latitude and longitude 174 E. Two women, two minds, different personalities and experiences, choosing a life of meaning, continual growth and learning, at the same time negating ageist opinions of exactly what ‘an old lady’ should be.

6 thoughts on “I Love Trees”

  1. Trees. Here in New Zealand we are currently surrounded by flowering trees and they are beautiful, no more so than the common and garden trees we see all year round. And today, after our chat, I’m off to buy an artificial tree because I feel the need to decorate the tree this year.

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