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Sharon, I've always enjoyed your articles, but this one resonated with me more than most, I think. I, too, grew up climbing trees, etc. I even wrote poetry about trees as a little girl while sitting in my favorite, an old Chinaberry Tree. I tried to save a baby bird once by building a nest for it in that Chinaberry Tree, and feeding it, after it fell out of the huge pine tree next to it. Little did I know that a neighborhood cat had it's eye on it, too. I was heartbroken when I discovered the next morning that the cat had gotten the bird! To this day I have a passion for trees, and I have well over 50 trees in my small yard. My husband jokes that we are going to have to get a house with a bigger yard for all my trees and plants! :)
Thanks, Sharon!
Hi Kat,
Don't we all need more room for our trees and plants??? I know I do.
Glad to know you have special tree memories, too. Sometimes I think every memory I have has a tree as its subject, no matter if I hung from them, slept under them, climbed them, or carved my name on them, I'm surrounded by tree memories.
Sorry about the baby bird...
Thanks for writing, so good to hear from you.
Sharon
Good article. I don't have many memories of trees--wish I did. I lived in Oklahoma "where the winds really did blow right behind the rain"! I remember sitting out in the old Green Hornet truck with my mom waiting on my dad to empty the bin of wheat. While waiting, we would situate the truck so the breeze would blow into the truck and we would have shade. I remember when I got older milking the cows, then making dinner and hauling dinner out to the fields for Dad & Mom to eat, go back home, clean up the dishes and milk cows, and make supper (yes, we called it dinner and supper!) I remember sleeping under the big wide Oklahoma black sky when it was too hot in the house and no central air and watching the shooting starts with Mom telling us kids about different star constellations. I remember the beautiful sunrises and sunsets the Oklahoma horizon would give us.
But no memory of trees.
Oh, I do have one memory of trees. We had a row of tamaracks just west of our house and one spring day a tornado came barreling down on the ground right toward our house. As it came close to the tamaracks, it lifted and went over our home. I guess you could call that a pretty good memory of trees! :)
I noticed as I was driving home from "town" today of all the beautiful Red Bud, Pear, and Serviceberry trees all blooming in chorus along the interstate and roadside. I like trees and think everyone should plant a few as mankind continually cuts down trees. As you said in your article, they take in carbon dioxide and give oxygen. Something that can do that has to be good! Plus, the deciduous trees give shade on our homes in the summer and allow warmth to radiate into our homes in the winters.
Thanks, Birder.
I enjoyed your memories too, especially sleeping under the stars. Tornadoes scare me, though. Lucky you and the tamaracks.
Our spring trees are also in full bloom, and the leaves on the trees are simply beautiful, some emerald, some a mint-ish green. I love this time of year. And the dogwoods and redbuds have painted the area in rose and white.
It's good to hear from you. Thank you so much for writing.
Sharon
