Friday, July 4, 2008

I am a tree lover

Call me a tree-hugger and I will not feel insulted.

Trees are mysterious beings upon our Earth, resilient and ancient. Redwoods loom in the California mist, massive and magnificent. Palms wave in the tropical breeze, with their feet planted in the sand. In the northern forests, spruces survive the worst of winter and upon the spine of the western mountains, the bristlecone pines are the oldest living things on earth.

From trees come chocolate and cherries, cinnamon and cloves, lacquer and chicle, taxol to fight cancer and quinine to fend off malaria.

I am a tree lover and I am not ashamed.

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5 comments:

Jen said...
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Jen said...

Being fond of tree is nothing to be ashamed of. Quite the opposite. They are magnificent!

Maria said...

I do love my trees. And I don't understand their resiliency. I have a silver maple, an oak, a flowering crab and a hawthorne, plus several Austrian pines in my yard. NONE of them were damaged in the last storm that hit the plains and caused us to lose power for days. Yet, my neighbor had a huge sturdy oak tree in his back yard, over 80 years old and it looked invincible. And it was torn up by it's roots and thrown over the fence into my back yard, missing my house by six feet.

And there is my fragile silver maple looking down upon the mighty oak and weeping, I imagine.

I guess that trees are a lot like people. Appearances can be deceiving.

Janice Thomson said...

I'm with you 150% on trees ECD. So much we can learn if we care to study them.

Eastcoastdweller said...

Jen: I completely agree. Magnificent in so many different ways: some by their sheer beauty, others by their size, their resiliency or their age.

Maria: Believe me, I know. The last hurricane through here knocked down our healthy and hearty walnut tree but the sickly oak by the fence fell down like a drunk on greased stairs.

Janice: I find myself saving the little saplings that pop up around my yard and potting them, then as they grow, seeking out places that could use a good tree.

Just today, I passed a high school with a wide, boring front lawn and began to consider how I could convince the administrators to let me plant a tree there.