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A LOVE LETTER TO TREES

Published April 25, 2019 by Nan Mykel

Perhaps my first tree was the one we played dog-on-wood with.  It was especially useful because of its long roots which permitted you to be “safe” from your opponents.

A close second was a friendly pair of trees on the farm—a pecan tree and a fig tree nestled together and both bore yummy fruit.  I don’t think I’ve tasted fresh figs since the farm.

And oh the mystery of the disappearing wild plum trees!  At least in North Carolina you could walk through any patch of woods and find an abundance of wild plum trees, whose fruit was smaller than in the big stores now, but much tastier, and free!  The last time I saw wild plums was in the bazaar in Istanbul.  It wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own that I ate so many I got hives and required gin to numb my skin so I could sleep.  But where have the trees gone?

Mimosas have always seemed magical to me.  What a fancy tree!  Good for a small child climbing also, I can attest.  Playing tarzan in a mimosa is a favorite memory of mine.

I’ve always been in love with weeping willows, and am in awe of ginko bilobas, even before I read how ancient their line is.  I once had a pin that was really a ginko leaf that had been dipped in gold that shone.  I stepped outside the other day and was overwhelmed to see that the ginko beside the O.U. Credit Union on Shaffer had shed a golden halo all around it, overnight! 

I recall as a child nibbling on long green pine needles for their tart taste,  and I have in my home office a basket full of perfect pine cones. Just to have them, because they’re so perfect.  I love the grain of wood also, had have a collection of both driftwood and wooden flotsam from the Ohio River.  I’d love to make a collage of my collection, but am not sure how to do it artfully.  The picture on the face of my computer is of a marvelous wood collage I copied from the internet.  I’ve included it here, as well as a couple of family photos of special trees.

I’m reminded now of an old man who lived next to us in Charlotte who spent his days sitting in his shady front yard, whittling.  I think the wood he worked on with his pen knife was cedar—at least it was red, and he made many wonderful animals out of the wood.  

I recall now a tree I drive by every couple of weeks. It is very tall and offers shade and branches for the vultures to gather, and a huge hole in its trunk. I always wonder who lives in that perfect animal home, and marvel that the tree still manages to thrive despite its roomers.

I’ve always thought I wanted a weeping cherry in my yard, but during a  sale one day I purchased not the lovely tree of my dreams, but for some reason—probably the price—I took home and planted an unfortunate tree, the poor dear. It did not grow pretty, though it stands in the yard at 305 E. State, from which I have moved.  The owners of the house tore down my newly hung flowery wallpaper, but have let the dear unprepossessing tree thrive in their front yard.  Do you think trees have feelings?

If they do there must be a lot of them proud all over town this season.  I can’t help oohs and ahhs at the sight of the celebrating trees.  It’s good to see many neighbors enjoying the flush of cherry blossoms during their season.

There’s something mythical about stalwart trees.  Once long ago lightning struck a big tree in our neighborhood, and I was moved to trek to it with my children and recover a small blackened portion of its remnants.  It was a primitive feeling, that the heavens had selected that one to touch.

FOR dVERSE BUT CAN’T GET ON THIS WEEK EITHER

Published March 28, 2016 by Nan Mykel

SIGH.fOR THE FIRST TIME THERE WAS A “magical widget,” and I had not the credentials or smarts to navigate the route apparently everybody else can. But I tried…

 

Haiku by Issa:

“Without you –
how vast
the cherry blossom grove”

 

My first halibun, and I had to look the word up on Wiki. Problem is, when I search

my mind and heart for a “you,” no one answers.  May be no one ever had that

experience.  The cherry trees are blossoming at this moment along the Hocking,

 

nearby, and I am a little sad, but it is night and cold and dark.  Maybe the sun will

rise as promised, and  I can be touched by beauty after all.

 

When cherry trees bloom

I know that the world is  still

alive and lovely.

 

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