National Arbor Day or Hug a Tree Day
I have to admit that I enjoy trees. I find them to be joyful to look at no matter the season. I used to climb trees. Here is a picture of me in the Pooh Tree in England -1995. Though, I don't know how many more trees I'll be climbing, now that I'm in my late 60's.
I find the idea that trees are sacred to be particularly satisfying. Here is Tree poem by Joyce Kilmer, written just after WWI
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.
Also, when I think about how important trees are to the Earth's environment and my survival, I feel blessed. Take a big breath of air right now. Yep, it came from trees. Now, breath out so the trees have something to breath in. While I know I'm simplifying, it is this co dependent relationship between us that keeps me and you alive.
"The Tree which moves some to tears of joy, is in the eyes of others only a green things which stands in the way." -William Blake
So, when I see how one of our most valuble resources is treated, I get a little upset. There are better ways of harvesting trees than clear cutting. As far as I'm concerned, doing this is a criminal activity. I am aware that forest fires actually aid in a forests survival. This is why we need a strong EPA and Forest Service.
"Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth." - Herman Hesse
One of my favorite trees, was the Storytelling Tree that used to live in the North Park Village Nature Center in Chicago. For many years I called this Box Elder "Ole Groovy". It was after all a hip old tree. A tree that loved to listen to stories and had a story of it's own. But you can see that it's trunk was all
twisted and gnarly. A summer storm in 2013 finally blew ole Groovy down.
It is said that if you looked closley at old Groovy, you could see a face outlined in the trunk. Have you ever noticed a tree with a face in the bark?
What follows is a story I wrote about how Ole Groovy helped save the woods and animals around it. It is a cautionary tale. Listen and learn.
Thanks for listening and go enjoy a big beautiful tree. ahhhhh.....