Am I the only one that talks to trees? I don’t think so but just the act of tip, tap typing that question makes me realize the oddballity of it.
But I believe in them. As in have Faith.
We spied the row of oaks outside of Simiane-la-Rotonde and were drawn to them, moth to a flame.
“C’est les centenaires,” Banco, the owner of La Buissonade, our cottage rental explained. He knows. He walks this land every day with his dog at his side.
Centuries old.
So much life has passed by its bark, so many storms and flitting butterflies.
The sun was starting to slide as we found the path that lead to them. A path they lined, that had once lead to somewhere. A home, a chapel, a forgotten village.
The largest oak looked even more alive than it was, as if it could wrap its branches around me with a wap and I’d be gone. So I told it thank you for standing guard, solid strong for all of this time…
…here where the wild things are.
I want to extend a sincere thank you to all of you that responded to my previous post either in the comments or by email. What an amazing community and I feel grateful to be a reason for such fine minds to come together.
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend.
UPDATE: Hello there! If you are seeing this on Sunday, I am delighted to be guest-posting over a the truly amazing D.A. Wolf’s “Daily Plate of Crazy” on the idea of Provence Time…liking that concept? I thought that you would!
The link is Here.
yes.
as you might expect.
we talk to trees too.
and touch low-hanging branches with fingertips and tell them that they look radiant and abundant.
but not when anyone is listening.
😉
Love you, Suze. So much. 🙂
lovely heather!
très jolie. comme toujours!
i see that i have a lot to catch up with.
and i am about to start now.
love from berlin*
julia
for the love of trees.
Trees reflect strenght, endurance, and beauty.
You might be interested to links through Guardian.co.uk articles and photos about trees:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/gallery/2013/may/24/week-in-wildlife-in-pictures
http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/gallery/2013/may/24/that-tree-iphone-photo-journal-in-pictures
http://www.guardian.co.uk/environment/2013/may/24/photographer-year-bur-oak-iphone
Your wild thing is particularly beautiful!
You most likely will not be surprised to hear that yes, I do talk to trees. And I have listened to them speak in the breeze every day I have lived among them. I am awed by the Douglas Fir giants and all the other trees* that I can walk among on our street and in the huge old-growth forest nearby. (*Regrettably, in this region, we have few oaks or elms.) Whenever a neighbor wants to take down a tree because of fear that it may fall on a house, I cajole him or her into consulting a wise arborist who hates to take down trees. Every time a neighbor asks a someone living below on our hill to take a tree down to give him or her a "better view," I badger the lower neighbor not to agree (and/or ask the upper neighbor what is a better view than a tree). We are stewards of the land around us, including its trees, and in my view, we should not take down a tree that was living here when we moved in unless it is diseased and about to fall and inflict injury or serious damage. Thank you for this post, Heather! Leslie in Portland, Oregon
My grandfather was one of those people, Sue B. At age 14, he emigrated from Minnesota to Alberta to homestead on the rolling Alberta prairie east of Edmonton. As a child, I came upon those piles of stones on my grandparents' farm there. I loved that farm, but neither of their children wanted to farm, so the place was sold to another family when my grandparents retired. Thank you for bringing back wonderful memories. Where in Canada do you live? Leslie in Portland, Oregon
I talk to and hug trees, they are wonderful. Your photos are gorgeous.
Anne xx
Such beauty, Heather. It fills one with a sense of calm.
xo
Have a wonderful weekend.
When one feels that solitude is necessary; there is nothing like the company of trees.
Yes, they certainly have history of their own to convey,
but they listen to you and give you their strength.
As you portray in your images, they often stand as witnesses long
after other beings have migrated to other parts.
Heather, a beautiful post, thank you.
I don't talk to trees but I do like to touch them and 'get to know' them – especially the really old trees. Have a wonderful weekend.