Beau August 1st, 2008
It’s time for the August 1st, 2008 edition of the Festival of the Trees! This week I find myself off traipsing (is that really a word?) across the north-central U.S. straggling from park to campground while seeking wifi connections. We’ve ventured through oak-hickory forests, flooded farmland and endless cornfields. No matter how often I’ve traveled this or another country, I’m amazed at the changing nature of the land (and especially the plant life) around us. But here from the road is the Festival of the Trees.
As we enter the warmest days of summer, we are thankful for the shade of trees. The mornings have been cool, and the evenings bring a welcome respite from the heat of the day. But could we ever imagine what our world might look like without the magic of trees? It might look like those endless cornfields, or the pasture beyond the trees with a nice grassy meadow that is cut for hay every year. But quite empty!
Of course deserts and oceans have their magic, yet I find that trees bring a unique contrast and perspective to life and somehow provide an extension of our vision and imagination. This picture for example, taken by a 7-year old, sought the blue sky through the canopy of White Oak leaves and reaches through treetops for something more.
We so often lose our childlike wonder as we grow older, but seeing nature through the eyes of children allows us to remember it. Seabrooke shares such wonder from children of the past and the heritage of The Royal Oak posted at The Marvelous in Nature.
If you’ve ever been among the Giant Sequoias you almost feel messages of a different kind, and are humbled by the thousands of years they have stood tall among the moments of time on earth. How does one grasp any sense of perspective while laying among the feet of these sentinels and looking up for hundreds of feet?
Rebecca from Pocahontas County Fare shares a more reflective view of Coleridge and how our imagination is often different from reality with This Basswood Bower My Prison (and those Rain Lizards are pretty neat too).
Yet so often our imagination reigns supreme. Jean at Tasting Rhubarb shares some shadowy Tree Creatures from the past. They remind me of autumn, not so far off now, and becoming dizzy with flickering light and shadow while driving down a tree lined drive.
And what would the roads of life be like without trees and forests? I love a road that disappears among the trees for it conceals, for a moment perhaps, what new wonders lie beyond to surprise our fancy and stir the heart.
Sometimes we know little about the journey in the same way that we know little about a tree. Yet it’s the journey that often reveals so much. Pam Johnson Brickell falls in love with a Loblolly Bay in the Low Country Wild, and has the chigger bites to prove it! The pictures reveal her beautiful artwork and notes.
Mary Farmer shares her love for the science of trees with Deciduous Trees in the Tropics posted at A Neotropical Savanna. Her site is an amazing labor of love, and an educational bonanza for those who want to learn more about plants and trees. Count me in… or maybe I should just take a trip to Panama!?
Jade Blackwater presents a New Book Release by Dr. Nalini Nadkarni, Between Earth and Sky: Our Intimate Connections to Trees posted at Arboreality – Tree Blogging. Dr. Nadkarni’s book explores the countless ways that humans relate to trees in every aspect of our lives. Arboreality has so much about trees it’s amazing, and she shares the posts of several other bloggers below. Thanks Jade!
In Stream of Thought at Anita’s Owl Creek Bridge we see a shadowy picture of a tree along a stream with equally shadowy thoughts. I love the picture, and most of the poem…. Very creative and, ah, somewhat disturbing!
Yet where some see shadow, others see light. I am always amazed too by the size and shape of leaves. Here we see Mulberry leaves glowing in the afternoon sun.
The wonder of sharing our photography is that so few words are really necessary. Something I forget at times, but Lene of Counting Petals reminds us quite simply that sometimes all we know of trees is what is left behind. Almost like driftwood? That might be a neat idea for a future edition of the Festival of the Trees, with pictures and stories of driftwood.
Yet today there is nothing left behind, and I thank all of the contributors for sharing your thoughts and creativity. I look forward to seeing you again… down that tree-lined road of our imagination. Best wishes!