Just a grouping of letters, really, and from them we create meaning. This, em, definition I suppose one could call it, or generally agreed on meaning, is not inherent, it is ascribed by a collection of people. A word or mere letter isn’t like the law of gravity, in that one may disagree on the existence of gravity all you want, but gravity will still … Continue reading Do You Believe In Magic?
“Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird’s throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.” ― William Shakespeare, As You Like It Trees are mystical, he said. I suppose this kind of stunned me. Not the contents, so much as that this was … Continue reading For The Love Of Fred
I could lie underneath gazing up into those blooms all day, listening to all they may have to say And when I say The Magnolia, that old dear the one that graces the front lawn now, a fraction of what it was. having toppled years ago, grown now from the shoots of a more Victorian era. Every tree has a story, whether it be short-lived or … Continue reading the magnolia
“Trees, for example, carry the memory of rainfall. In their rings we read ancient weather—storms, sunlight, and temperatures, the growing seasons of centuries. A forest shares a history, which each tree remembers even after it has been felled.” ― Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces When I was a child my Grandmothers house was shaded year round by these giant Norway Spruce, Maples, and Walnuts our Grandfather … Continue reading The Worth Of Trees