Where are orange-red trees?
They linger still in green gowns
I seek autumn gold
Se what I mean when you do all you can to protect a tree even one as damaged as this one was by that DAMN
Where would they find another home that quick?
Flying ones used to live in my walls, no I will keep a place for them to eat, drink and sleep but not with me!
Can you imagine the commune they have it that tree, glad they are quiet down inside that tree .
Do you have a tree like this?
I am blessed surly I am, to have this kind of world right outside the window. I think they like me too.
Wise Old Pine
You know I love this one
Imagine the stories it could tell
Who has found their way to sit on a table under its outstretched branches
How many others thought it was worthy of a few photos
I have been here at the lake many times both in a boat and walking in the woods
This day I was there to see how much water was to be let out so I could prepare for the…
They always come together
They reside in the worrisome Willow
I left the rest of the tree up as weather is changing
They will need a dry place to stay
They are so much fun to watch
Till they are trying to chew their way into your home
These have to be the best feed trio out there
Chicken scratch and Black Oil Sunflower seeds, suet too and the river for water
They like this yard too as they have been hanging out together for over a year
No traffic woes here just a big old chewed on Willow
Trees with huge canopy’s to leap from one to another on
Yes life is good in these parts
Soon I am off to join my writers’ group’s participation in “Tales Around the Tree,” a Christmas event at a local library. There will be readings, workshops, and book sales. I am going to read six of my Christmas/winter poems, and a friend and I are going to read “Gift of the Magi” together.
This library is really something. It’s a large old bank that has been converted to a library. It has two floors, polished hardwood and marble floors, two giant gold chandeliers with graceful curved arms, an elevator, and rooms everywhere. The children’s room has a beautiful tree house built by a local man, and the woodwork of the winding stairs and curved railing is gorgeous.
It is decorated for Christmas with I-can’t-tell-you-how-many trees. The decorations are elegantly done and you can’t help but suck in your breath when you walk through the large wooden front doors. The circulation desk is where the bank tellers used to have their cages (is that what they were called?), but now it’s an open circular area with the brass foot rail still in place.
The whole little town is sporting decorations, activities and food for families, and we’re hoping to add to the festivities (and perhaps sell some of our books along the way).
For here today they are calling for some snow. You know it won’t make me happy as I adore my sunshine filled days. I do however loves running out to grab a shot before one foot prints or paw print disturbs the scene.
Only wish the Deer and Moose had been having their morning drink from our stream when I ran out to snap the photo.
As the sun rose and spread west
The light shone on all the work we have done
Yesterday I got some much needed rest
I still can not believe the damage one Beaver has done
I raked while he cut
He stacked while I trimmed trees
You could tell we didn't spend much time sitting on our butt
So as I stood here with camera in hand the only word that came to mind was gee…
Talk to me, December.
Tell me where you hid the green.
What secrets do you hold inside your mittens,
under your hat?
You practice your seasonal math,
knowing the requirement for fourths.
Stick branches poke into the skies,
licorice or clarinet against the grayish-blue.
You hum your melodies composed of wind,
surprise us with the first fresh fall of snow.
December, culmination of the warming,
warmed, then cooled, now cold.
I am so sad over the loss of my one Weeping Willow Tree
I have been here many years to watch it grow
I know it is just a tree
Why is it causing me so much woe
When just out back behind the barn
In the name of conservation
So many trees have come to harm
OH how I am so sorry they meant so little
They said they were coming here to protect the forest
I am here to tell you as many plant trees
I have a Land Trust raping this land
They are not taking out dead trees, like we are
They are taking down and grinding up healthy ones
JT and I walked along what used to be a pretty trail
Today it was ugly not due to a Beaver but by MAN
If you were to reach up and grab a star
what would that wish be?
If you were to hug a tree and dream of it’s beginnings
what would you see?
If you were to grab hold of a rainbow
would you think it’s colours majestic?
If you were to gaze into a beggars eyes
would you feel apathetic?
If you were to look upon yourself
would you see your inner brilliance?
If you were to tell the world who you are
would you expose your radiance?
Yes you would – you would wish for what you want the most for yourself or others
From earth to life – you would appreciate everything that is natural
Yes – The thoughts of the colourful life you have had
No you wouldn’t - for you know not what life they have led
Are you undecided about just how brilliant you are?
Are you too humble to tell the world that yes indeed you shine?
The yard as I have known her is changing
I am at constant battle with a huge rodent.
They are either trying to flood us out with all their damming.
To now their intent is to level the whole south side of our home.
So many hours spent
I am hell-bent not to let them win.
So we will take her down ourselves.
As safely as we can.
Oh the Joys of Home Ownership.
more detailed piece at Living and Lovin
Water thanks to my boyfriend yanking debris out of stream is hold its own but each day the beavers return and sadly They have decided upon my Willow, I pray it doesn’t damage the house or kill me upstairs when they finish her off.
20+ years it has sat outside the bedroom window along the stream and I will hate to see her gone but the damage they do in one night surly has killed her in a long slow death .