I adore… puzzles. Today was the beginning of the Grand Opening of “The Puzzle Shop” in Edmonton. Today I feel the need to pay tribute to the primary source of puzzles and that is trees.
I grew up in the bushland of Northern B.C.. Well, by growing up, I mean my early formative years. We emigrated when I was fourteen, and there was plenty of growing up to do after that too.
Trees were significant in my childhood and the freedom to climb them is something that my dad didn’t discourage. I remember his words well…
“You have four feet… your hind feet and your front feet. Hang on with one of them.”
My love for climbing trees hasn’t dissipated. I still find myself in my Mom’s apple trees during the fall harvest. It is the one time that I feel connected to them. I have often hugged trees. Maybe today I can find a tree to hug and express my gratitude for the things it provides.
Trees are my Breath. I get the oxygen in my air from the trees. Trees are my Calendar. As the years pass the trees show me in their annual growth just how much time has passed. Trees are my Concert Hall. When the birds find a place to rest among the trees in my yard, I am the one who is treated to their music. My Pussy Willow trees give me hope that winter is soon over, My Crabapple tree blossoms encourage me that gardening season has arrived. My Cedar trees tell me that it doesn’t matter how many of my family didn’t make it farther in life, that I can still keep growing. My Blue Spruce trees that I planted for my nephew remind me that life continues after death. My Green Spruce Wedding trees are my picture of the years I have spend with my husband.
It’s the end of the day and I don’t know what else I can share on my love for trees. Maybe a good way to end off the day is to go hug a tree. After all… I do have a few in my yard to hug.
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