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.
I love the idea that the trees listen, Sylvia…gorgeous.
You are an important member of this little gathering, Jackie–I am so appreciative–especially as you still say hello even though I am terrrrribly behind on reading your posts! I need to get caught up!
Thank you friend. And how evocatively you drew your scene with such few words–it shows that you cared for that old apple tree.
Pam, that made me laugh! And made me think of all of the French ladies that mutter to themselves at the grocery store. Have you noticed that?
Maywyn (and sorry it took me so long to reply, we were out of town a bit), he isn't looking, he is listening attentively to dogs barking in the distance!
N, this response is so you–well, at least what I know of you! Those roses knew that you meant business!! And yes, some trees can be snobby that way…
I love this post – and yes, I have been known to talk to trees as well. I spent many a childhood afternoon secreted away in the branches of a magnolia tree; there is magic in them and I think you captured it beautifully. 🙂
Hmmm…..as far as old trees go?
Last month's mini-tornado (not a thing we have, as a very gneeral rule, in North carolina) came through and took down the 250 year old (or thereabouts, as I was told last year when we bought this 220 year old place) pecan tree in front of the house.
Once down, it covered two properties and most of the street.
3600 dollars down the road (ahd that's not for damages, just for clearing its reamins away), we've finally gotten rid of most of it and are able to come up the driveway fromthe road. I wish I could post a picture of what that leviathan looked like when it came down…..amazing how BIG even a big tree is.
For whatever it's worth, we (having had two of North Carolina's oldest pecan trees" in out yard) still have one of them….along with youngsters that are only about 150 years old. this is a very tree-y joint.
—-david terry
Dear Heather, Trees of all kinds have always been part of my live, when I was little we had 11 in our yard!
I love the mighty oak and the maple because it was a good climbing tree, with strong low branches!
Now I do like the word "oddballity" and will have to find a reason to use it!
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Karena
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Oh, Heather, how I've missed thee! I've been a bad blogger and have terribly missed your posts! These photos are stunning. (I talk to my plants all the time).
Clare x