The tree had gone by many names over the nearly two hundred years of its existence. It remembered, in the very beginning, the boy who had planted its seed staring in wonder as its first shoot broke ground. His mother had knelt in the dirt next to him, saying, “That’s called a seedling.” So, seedling had been the first.
This brought tears to my eyes, memories of my childhood tree. It was my solace, my freedom. In its branches, I could hide from the world below. Because we lived on a hill, from the top, I could see that world. It was such a big world, with houses and people and the north shore mountains as the backdrop. The house, the tree, are long gone and living no where but in my memory but I will always remember that in that tree my love of nature, my hopes and dreams were born. Thank you.
We have a great big pine in our yard. It isn't a regular pine. It is what we used to call a stone pine. Unlike the soft would normally found in pine trees, stone pine have wood that is hard to cut with gnarled grains that make most interesting wood pieces but are the devil to work with. This particular tree is at least 30 feet tall and has wild twisted branches. I would not even want to hazard a guess as to its age but it looks old. I have often wondered what stories it could tell if only it could talk.
I figured this wood be good. And it was. 😉
This brought tears to my eyes, memories of my childhood tree. It was my solace, my freedom. In its branches, I could hide from the world below. Because we lived on a hill, from the top, I could see that world. It was such a big world, with houses and people and the north shore mountains as the backdrop. The house, the tree, are long gone and living no where but in my memory but I will always remember that in that tree my love of nature, my hopes and dreams were born. Thank you.
This reminds me of the beginning of The Overstory.
I loved how you told this tree's story over the course of time. Great story, Dascha!
We have a great big pine in our yard. It isn't a regular pine. It is what we used to call a stone pine. Unlike the soft would normally found in pine trees, stone pine have wood that is hard to cut with gnarled grains that make most interesting wood pieces but are the devil to work with. This particular tree is at least 30 feet tall and has wild twisted branches. I would not even want to hazard a guess as to its age but it looks old. I have often wondered what stories it could tell if only it could talk.
A tree story will always make me smile. Thank you, Wild Tree and Dascha