Friday, June 7, 2013

Tree Love!

It would do the world good if every man in it would compel himself
  occasionally to be absolutely alone.
Most of the world’s progress has come of such loneliness.
                                         Bruce Barton


Dressed in warm layers and wondering what happened to the hot humid weather of last week I slipped through the gate in the barnyard heading to those trees I had missed so much in our bush while I had been visiting the city. Of course the city had many trees but they were not my trees, free and unencumbered by rules and surrounded by many of their own kind. I could not sit upon any of those city trees that I had found down those back alleys I was exploring, nor those abundant parks I was continuously drawn to. I surely was tempted to climb a large incredibly beautiful Maple to just sit on one of its branches and look down on the city when I stumbled upon it growing in a back alley. I did go up and introduce myself to it and tell it how beautiful it was. It must have been well over a hundred years old it was huge.

I make my way down the lane passing the fields of tall green bromegrass blowing in the wind, the fluffy heads telling me it is near haying time and almost ready to cut and bale even though there is no alfalfa to be seen in this field after the late frost and harsh long winter. This is too bad because our cows love the alfalfa and we need good hay. For the first time there is not one square bale in our barn and only four round bales left in case of an emergency, the drought of last year is still haunting us. I tell myself don't think about it, I need to get back to my trees.


Out of the corner of my eye I see movement across the pasture field I turn quickly, hoping to catch a glimpse of what it could possibly be. Walking one behind the other in a very straight line in their dull grey mixed with shiny black suits these marching soldiers knew where they were heading, they were probably heading to the same place I was heading. These Wild Turkeys strutting alongside the perfectly built rail fence with their heads bobbing up and down but in perfect unison as if marching with a mission in mind and not paying any mind to me at all. I had to get ahead of them; I knew they would be heading for the ridge, that is where they always head, just like me they know where all the most beautiful, peaceful and safe spots on the farm lie. I watched their heads bob just above the top of the fence making it easy to spot them. If it was not for their head bobbing movements I would never have seen them, they blended in perfectly with the grey and black of the rails, and they were unusually quiet. There appears to be ten of them and they are moving quickly, I quicken my pace to keep ahead of them. I throw myself over the red gate and move ever closer to those gorgeous trees I have been missing.

I pull out Leo (my camera) as I walk just in case those Wild Turkeys take a quick right turn and cross the path in front of me on the lane. I now enter the world I have been longing to be, with those low hanging leafy green Maples and watch hundreds of Maple Keys twirling and swirling with the winds around me. Those branches were so heavy with new growth they almost touched the ground in spots; I smile as I duck under. That is when it happened, I honestly at that very moment forgot where I was heading; it appears I had already arrived, with no other thought of what my mission could have possibly been.


 Oh I am home and that is the best feeling in the world. I listen as the bird’s overhead on noticing I was back welcome me with a chorus of beautiful music and those annoying but I still missed them Shad flies buzz around my head. I see my rock and head over to sit and ponder. I decide to sit on that Century old Maple branch that still lies perched on my rock, I reach out and close my eyes my fingers caress the rough textures of the bark, I grab hold and hug this old tree tightly. I can feel overwhelming happiness bubble up from inside and a smile bursts from my lips, a smile that will not disappear anytime soon, of that I am sure.

There is nowhere in the world I have ever found that brings me so much peace. The quiet whispering of the leaves and the sound of trees cracking as the wind blows, oh I love that. Those families of different birds with colours of red, yellow, orange and just a few black ones sit in those leafy trees singing their different melodies to the heavens, grateful to be here and knowing they are free and safe. A Woodpecker hammers somewhere off in the distance no doubt finding his breakfast. I open my eyes and grab the apple out of my back pack with that ever present Bear Bell attached.


 I pull out my pen and paper and that is when I remembered why Leo was already out of the pack and hanging on my neck, she was ready to capture the Wild Turkeys that I was going to meet on the ridge near the rail fence. I sit and listen, munching on my apple I pause when I hear far off in the distance the familiar “Gobble, gobble” of those same Wild Turkeys declaring their happiness, I smile knowing exactly how they feel.

Maybe I will catch up with those Turkeys tomorrow or maybe not, I am home and there are no agendas or any time limits in this bush. My tree, my rock, my world.

 I do find myself thinking about those trees I had seen in the parks and down those back alleys in the city and wonder if their presence makes the people surrounded by them as happy as I am. It certainly does look like it.


Later




42 comments:

  1. It is great to read a happy post. I know what you are saying. It is good to be home. Home fits like a slipper, warm, cosy and comfortable. Love your descriptions of place and feelings.

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  2. I just love your world, my friend. Your peace and happiness spills over and colors the rest of us.

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  3. I always feel kind of sorry for the trees in parks. S groomed and positioned where they have been told to be positioned, instead of choosing where to settle. S much space between tree to tree so they can't hold hands with one another. I would be much happier in your woods than in a park!

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  4. I love my home surrounded by nature a river and forest nothing can be more tranquil then that for me even when we do go out and it is just to town I am always happy to return home . Thanks for sharing ! Lovely photos . Have a good day !

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  5. Ahh...the chance to lay about in trees in TX is somewhat limited--not by the trees themselves, but by our resident invasive pest, Solenopsis Invicta. Yes, you have bears, we have fireants. Well, we do have urban bobcats too but so far they have not been an issue for us personally. (They come into the cities after rabbits, and cats or small dogs usually, and live in the drainage systems.)

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  6. You do sound happy to be home :-) I've seen quite a few turkeys this year too, when out running.

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  7. What a beautiful, peaceful place you have to recharge in. I'm sure the trees were all whispering 'welcome home'.

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  8. I love your tree lane!!
    Thanks for letting me come along on your walk, beautiful!

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  9. I can tell that you're happy to be home! Such a lovely description of your return to the trees. I love trees, too. They're one of my favorite parts of nature. They are so strong and stalwart and steady. I'm glad you find so much peace amongst the trees. :-)

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  10. I love the shots looking up at the trees. I love walking through the woods too - so peaceful in the sun dappled light through the trees :-)

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  11. Your photos are lovely as always.
    It's good to go away but there is no place like home :) Hugs M xoxox

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  12. so refreshing - traveling along with you . . thank you for the TREES.

    You are a Lovely Soul.
    -g-

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  13. where else but the trees? :)

    when we go to the city, or someonss backyard, it just always seems to me those trees are in bondage; to the driveway, the sidewalk, the buildings - all surrounded by stuff made by us, humankind. but then i see the ornamental trees and I know they like it thare - citified trees with city accents, horrified at the thought of a wild animal climbing it or a dead tree lying at its feet...LOL

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  14. Enjoyed your beautiful shots of the trees. I know you are glad to be back surrounded by them. I can just imagine you hugging that tree. So sweet!

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  15. i like your sneaky selfie! :)

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  16. Many city people do indeed cherish their parks and trees, I think. I'm proud that Toronto has lots of green space and that York Region (where I live) is carving out more and more green spaces, not allowing developers to build on it.

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  17. I love getting "lost" in the forest.

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  18. B,

    Beautiful pictures of those old trees. Each tree has a story of it's own.

    Home is where the heart rests.

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  19. Can't beat home...where your heart is, even when you travel.

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  20. There no place like home that's for sure! I like going places, but I like it even more coming home ;)

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  21. I'm wondering if your rock and your trees were excited too, just waiting for you to come back again? I'll bet they were! :)

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  22. There is truly nothing like being at home.

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  23. There truly is no place like home. I think sometimes it's good to get away just to have a deeper appreciation of it. I totally understand how being in the woods makes you happy because I am the same way! I've been seeing turkeys lately on my drive home and I love it!

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  24. The serenity of your post is so beautiful.

    They started building a house right behind me in my precious bush. It is disturbing the bunnies and Mamma Jamma, the hen turkey. No longer will I be "the last house on the last road" in my township.

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  25. I had a very fun visual of you sitting in a tree in a city park :-)
    It's wonderful that you love being home. Have a wonderful weekend!

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  26. I can spend so much time just looking at our trees. I guess that's a good thing. :)

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  27. Dear Buttons, thanks for stopping by. You are right there, nothing like being home. I know how you must have missed your trees and your wonderful place among them.

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  28. In Alaska they say bear bells are to let the bear know who has lunch. There's nothing like the "silence" of nature...the ultimate white noise.

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  29. That is such a beautiful post Buttons. Like you I simply love trees and some of the Perth suburbs have lots of them and when you drive up on a small hill you can see acres and acres of the tops of trees and it is beautiful. Not quite the same though as your peace and quiet and your wild turkeys....just car and trucks and their constant noise. M x

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  30. I was missing your bush too!

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  31. Simply beautiful......as are you.......

    I want to go to there. :)

    *hugs*

    Mimi
    The Goat Borrower

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  32. Trees are comforting and I love the way you describe the wind blowing through. It is always nice to go away for awhile but it's better to come back home! :)

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  33. I love reading your blog. It's so inspiring. Wishing you a happy day!

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  34. B, I can't imagine being someplace with no trees. There are lots of new homes going up around here, and before they build they clear the land of everything-every blade of grass, every weed, every tree. I'd hate that. I'm like you-I have to have trees around me!!

    Have a great weekend! xx

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  35. I've been having a tree week too, on my exercise walks.It's nice seeing the different trees in your country though. Think I'll have to ride the horse out to the gullies and take photos of the tall old trees out there - the ones that give you a crick in the neck trying to see the top from near ground level.

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  36. I wish I had more trees like that to walk around in. Sounds wonderful!

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  37. I've lived in the cities, and I've lived in the country...each tree has a story to tell. The city trees are beloved because in reality there are fewer of them for each person. The country trees are hardy souls..they whisper of days of not seeing anyone...

    Your posts are always so lyrical..they resonate within our hearts.

    Oh it is good to be home.

    Jen

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  38. There's no place like home. Hope you catch a shot of those wild turkeys.

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  39. The second photo is my favourite today!! I love the sunlight coming through the leaves!!
    When the girls were small, we used to walk on one of the local trails, and we always had to stop at the cougar tree - there was a branch parallel to the ground where they would lie and pretend they were cougars waiting to ambush their prey... I wonder if they remember...

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  40. taking tree-hugging literally! ha!

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  41. You paint such beautiful pictures with your words B.
    Yes, being home on your own little patch is priceless :D)

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