Today I love trees I’ve known and still know. I love the willow across the street over the back fence when morning lights up its beautiful, twisted map of veins and arteries. I love how it is the first tree in our neighborhood to show the coming of Spring’s fresh foliage with its golden blush of soft light green. I love that it reminds me of another willow in my life that grew so rapidly in our front yard when I was a youngster back in Kemble. I love that willows always weep, but often they weep with joy. I love the old apple tree that used to be the back door to my bedroom when I was a child, up on the dresser, out the window, across the living room roof and step off into the arms and limbs of that sweet old gnarled wonder of decades, I could walk down the branches like they were steps, even in the dark, though none of them were spaced evenly, but we were that intimate, that tree and I, that I knew where each footfall should strike and I would hit the ground running and be off to explore the world before anyone else in my house was up or knew that I was gone. I loved the spruce that grew beside my deck, less than five feet tall when I met it in August of 1985 but more than sixty feet when I bid it adieu in 2016. I loved that it was home to so many creatures over the years, and perhaps, for a time, my spirit was one of those creatures.
Today I love that there were trees that I can laugh about, the two sturdy maples that I and my friends built a tree mansion in that had walls and a floor and a roof and bunks for five of us and even at one time a home made wood burning stove made out of a four gallon can and some stove pipe. I love how inventive we were and how crazy and wild. I love that I often refer to my childhood and youth as being a free range experience and that tree house is a perfect example.
Today I love that there is a spruce in our front yard that is doing it’s best to make up for the loss I feel for that tree that stood by my deck for thirty years and I love this new tree for its efforts. I love that it is just the right height to be majestic with lights on it and though I was unable to fix the lights this year and there is a gap at the top, when it is lit it is still the best tree on our street.
Today I love sipping my coffee and dreaming of the trees that stand sentinel in and over my life.