Here's
a poem I wrote the other day while my youngest played soccer. [It was
the last off season practice, and I wasn't needed to help coach, so I
got to lounge around staring at trees.]
I
Live Trees
I
breathe trees at night under the stars: pure, oxygen rich, cool.
I
live trees. I live in trees, my house: wooden beams, walls, doors,
chairs, tables, cabinets, shelves, notepads, schoolwork, bills,
books, even toilet paper.
I
live trees.
scent
and glow of tree flowers: dogwoods, redbuds, cherry trees,
whisper
of green leaves in the drifting breeze,
textured
silhouettes of shadow and light,
kaleidoscope
of fall colors,
crunch
and crackle of crisp leaves on a fall walk,
skittering
of leaf armies along a winter creeping road.
I
live trees.
I
long for trees:
preschooler longed to be taller
to climb up into branches.
elementary schooler longed to
draw good trees.
middle schooler longed to for
bravery enough to wander wooded trails alone.
high schooler longed to know
names and secrets of each tree species.
working stiff longed for the
time to visit trees.
young mother living in a city
yearned for trees for my child, so I dreamed them.
Now in the country again, with
several children, we play with leaves, sticks and seeds, we climb
into branches, we wander wooded trails, we draw good trees, we know
many of the names of many of the species and a few of secrets.
But the more I know of trees the
more I find I live trees with an exquisite fierceness.
Trees
are vitally important. In the Old Testament in Deuteronomy, verse 20:19 people were told to not cut down a fruit tree to make war,
because they are so beneficial and take so long to grow. Here in
the northeastern USA, there are abundant trees. They are taken for
granted. Yet I still get sad whenever I see a tree cut down,
especially an old venerable one.
As
a youngish mother, I knew when we finally bought our first house, I
wanted one with at least one mature, climbable tree in the yard. We
could plant as many as we wanted [five to date], but they take so
long to grow, the kids wouldn't get to climb in them if there wasn't
already one there. [We found one with four climbable trees!]
Many
people don't want trees in their yard so they won't have to rake
leaves. I always find the leaf raking an amazing time. The crunch and
crackle of leaves, the smell of earth and life, it thrills me. [I
sure still having one child young enough to love jumping in the leaf
piles helps.] Good raking days also make excellent picture taking
opportunities, too, with all the bright colors and the happy smiles.
I
doesn't surprise me at all that researchers have recently found trees
to have amazing impacts on the areas around them. Perhaps they are
even communal in their relationships to other trees. If you are at
all interested in trees I recommend this video : Mother Tree (4:40)
Here's a link to UN's International Day of Forests Committee site: International Day of Forests
From
my love of trees displayed here, there should be no surprise that
trees figure integrally into the YA fantasy series I'm writing. The
progress on the story feels glacially slow, because I'm so busy with
teaching and mothering and learning how to be a good writer. Despite
this, I feel the five book series becoming firm and juicy as I work
through all five plots to make sure it holds together tightly. I
figure I'll be able to release them in a yearly succession once the
first is ready, because I've hammered out the plots and rough drafts
of the others so thoroughly. Here's a link to my Pinterest page for my first book I'm in the process of writing where I've gathered mood images to help me understand my books
better.
So
what plans do you have this year to celebrate the International Day
of Forests? I'm trying to find space in out smallish yard [0.18
acres] to plant another tree. I might need to find a friend that will
let me plant a tree in their yard. [It wouldn't be the first time.]
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