When I was growing up, trees were our favorite hideout. They provided a high perch to see but not to be seen and we spent hours there along with birds and lizards. Nestled in the crook of a branch when I was small, I was the queen of the forest.
Find a nice branch and lay down in comfort and shade, bring a good book and life up there rivaled the luxury of a home. We were small and my friends and I loved trees.
The tree across the street is almost greening, something that happened almost overnight. A sign of what is to come: Spring, this indecisive time here when snow mingles with days of warmth and sun. My neighbor cut some of the tree limbs and this gives me an open view but I miss the great canopy of green that swayed with the wind and kept our neighbors life private.
In the back, beyond the deck, the aspen is growing long little pods of brown and small pendants, soft with a white fur, ready to open and show me the leaves. Our two collard doves prune their wings and stare at each other. Oh the love they express … their sound brings me to heaven as they fly in the Aspen.
All over town the trees are starting to bud. Very shyly at first but later on they will graciously extend their umbrellas and their call of the forest. My friend lives in LA. She raves about one tree facing the window of her apartment. It is her connection with the gifts of nature and she tells me “The tree is happy now to be green.” Its presence as she comes home from work and opens her window is at the root of her joy.
All over the world, trees are big or rachitic, full of shade or full of insects, full of birds or full or animals, tall with a life that started so often before ours. Some trees on earth witnessed our beginnings and still sing it seems, moving with the moon and the breeze.
They rise above us, all alone or in enchanting forests. They supply dead leaves to protect the roots of our plants in winter, timber to build with; and rise in the sun, each one a lone bearer of life for a shady rest on the road or a place to hide if you want to be queen but not to be seen.
Copyright Micheline Brierre 2010