Over twenty years ago, Bill planted a sapling.
It was a Red Maple that never turned red in the Fall.
Yellow was always her color.
But this summer she is again sporting her beautiful mantle of green.
Other trees managed to succumb to benign neglect or wicked weather;
- a gigantic Bradford Pear who split in two during a storm called a Durecho,
- a Weeping Cherry who never made it past puberty,
- an enormous Crab Apple who nourished our deer but simply gave up.
But the beautiful Red Maple stayed on as if to comfort and assure,
“I will linger long and grow toward heaven for as long as you may need me.”
Lovely Dor!
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Such a beautiful post Dora, I love trees. Thanks for sharing.
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Such a fine tree, and fine words to go with it. You’ve reminded me of one of my favorite Emily Dickinson poems — one that’s not so hard to understand, and that I think your tree would understand:
Frequently the woods are pink —
Frequently, are brown.
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town —
Oft a head is crested
I was wont to see —
And as oft a cranny
Where it used to be —
And the Earth — they tell me
On it’s axis turned!
Wonderful rotation —
By but twelve performed!
The twelve, as I understand it, are the months; she’s giving us a view of the woods through all the seasons.
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It is magnificent just as it is! Cheers!
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I love this one, Dorothy! Keep on keeping on. Julie
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What a sweet post for a stalwart tree!
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That’s an amazing tree, Dor. I’m naming it Bill!
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It’s fun watching a tree grow over the years. I’m so glad I planted lots after we first moved in 27 yrs. ago, because they are now maturing beautifully.
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We just cut down a weeping cherry that was renting out rooms to borers. We have a few survivors from our initial planting but some failures too.
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Many thanks Cindy! 🙂 Guess I am a tree hugger.
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Thank you Rita… we have loving trees in common. 🙂
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Thank you for your fine comment shoreacres and I love the Dickinson poem written from the tree’s perspective.
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I wholeheartedly agree! 🙂
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Thanks Julie. I am always happily suurprised to see you here. Love and Hugs as alwsays……
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You always find the finest words Anne…. I love “stalwart” and wish I had used it to describe this tree.
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What a great idea Jill – to name this amazing tree “Bill”, after the human who placed a tiny little sapling in the soil 25 years ago and watched it grow and grow and grow.
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We will have been here 27 years too Eliza! And the trees and plants that survived our tender care have grown to mighty proportions. It was all “survival of the fittest” for sure in our Camelot.
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I always name things that I love, Dor. 🙂
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My condolences for your weeping cherry. I don’t know what got ours so quickly. In the end, nature decided what would flourish as we tried our best to create the perfect landscape. Still trying.
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So it’s not red, but how tall and proud it is. And all these years it has been there for you. I love it my American sister.
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Our neighborhood is full of stunning weeping cherries but alas, not here. Nature — she has the ultimate say.
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Beautiful – The tree and the setting are so peaceful and serene.
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Your words are as lovely as that tree. She’s a survivor!
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“Bill” is a magnificent tree, thanks for sharing his beauty with us!
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She is one beautiful tree Dorann – proudly taking her spot front and center!
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A fine idea Jill!
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You are right…. that tree is dedicated and has staying power. Thanks my far away sister.
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Maybe those weepers are simply saying, “Enough – this gal needs something that will stand out in the landscape.”
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We are kind of stuck on all the peace and quiet for sure.
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Thank you Cindy… and thank you again for your very kind words.
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Thank you Kim. Things either grow to magnificent proportions around here or they don’t make it. “Bill” is one of the survivors.
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Sometimes I feel foolish getting so attached to a tree! 🙂 Thanks Mary.
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Thank you for sharing your beautiful sapling!
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