This was taken during the winter of 2011 in Forest Park. The trees leaves are gone and the birds have long since flown from the nest. But often they or another will come back the following spring and reinvigorate the nest with life anew just as the tree produces new life as the branches leaf out.
Produced in concert with Becca
warm mossy ground covering
tickling my toes
In concert with Becca
It is quite lovely to start one’s day off thinking of trees. I take tree photos when out and about and then stash them for Sundays. And then I forget all about them. Now I shall go looking for a tree, one made especially for today, a bright sunny crisp fall day. I took this last spring as we perused the Japanese Garden, a place we both love dearly. You know the saying “women hold up half the sky?” This tree possessed that sort of strength to me. I thought that it would make a good “Sunday Tree” for that reason. Look close and you will see all of the new growth, fingers holding up the sky. Isn’t she lovely?
Japanese Black Pine – Missouri Botanical Garden
Just the idea today of Sunday Trees begun by Isabel, carried on at times by myself and carried on faithfully by Becca, makes me feel good ,,, a part of the world and those who care about it. This is not the first Bald Cypress from Forest Park that I have used as a Sunday Tree and it won’t be the last.
Trees are so important to our lives for so very many reasons. Not the least of which is they show us the beauty that can be found in God’s Glory. Below is a Black Crowned Night Heron sitting one summer not long ago in a Bald Cypress in Forest Park. Trees have always made me so very happy … my entire life.
This piece by Kolembo is filled with such respect that I felt that it, within its entirety makes a perfect piece for “Sunday Trees.”
fog reshaping trees – shrouds of spring mist
This month of April we are prompted to pay attention and utilize traditional “kigo” words in our haiku. There are what I shall refer to as banks of kigo words to draw from. Today’s word translated into English, that I have chosen is “spring mist.” The photo came first. I walked out upon my deck mid-level with the trees to find myself enshrouded in fog. I thought again about “Sunday Trees” and took the photo … one to be used for both Sunday Trees and April 1st’s haiku. Sunday Trees are a tradition begun by Isabel Doyle of Written In Exile and shared in by myself and Becca Givens of On Dragonfly Wings With Buttercup Tea as a tribute to the importance of trees.