I met a tree yesterday…a real old-timer, in the front yard of the new home of some dear friends. I spoke to it as I entered the house, asked if I could photograph it, and then left it to contemplate its answer.
When my visit with my friends was finished, I walked back out to visit the tree. I told it that while I was inside, I had checked on my phone for the daily photo challenge and discovered, coincidentally, the word for the day was branches and I wondered if it would be OK to take a few pictures of its glorious examples for my daily post.
It told me yes but only if I passed on this statement.
“I am a very old tree, even for my species, and I have sheltered this home, and its people since 1938.
I was here first.
I could live a lot, longer if I am allowed to.
Elderly trees like me are just like the elderly of your species. We are living, and breathing beings, and sentient, in our own way. As we age, we may need extra care, but…
We can tell you such stories……”
I grew up with a giant tree in my childhood front yard. I climbed way up in it to hide. Its branches held me safe and kept me invisible while the pain down in my house was happening.
I believe this tree has also held many children, but in joy and play.
I told the tree “Thank you for posing for my photos of Branches.”