I love this so much!!! I grew up in the tattered remains of North America’s Oak Savannah.
A slender transition strip, stretching from the Gulf of Mexico to southern Canada, between call grass Prairie and the eastern hardwood forest. Anywhere from 1 to 60 miles wide. The dominant species in mind particular space-time continuum was
Quercus Macrocarpa. Burr Oak. The species cognomen describing the acorn. Large cap. It usually covers 3/4 of the seed.
Majestic and ancient. Fireproof. Slow growing, long lived, unimaginably strong.
Your prose is a good pairing. Emulating those qualities. Great peace!
I love how you describe a happy landscape! Yes, I agree that a living thing thriving and growing into its ultimate potential must make it feel happy and if not, then it certainly makes me feel so!
I can see so many little tree beings in your last picture of the oak with its low spreading wide branches. I think they are dancing with delight and happiness!
Oh my. The words you write, through all your senses, are just as if I were at the sanctuary of oaks too. I can feel all of it. This may seem odd, but all of the elements you notice and ponder and explore are all of the same I would. Intriguing and invigorating. Leafy trees are my favorite, though I love all trees. Even though I love the leaves, I have always been entranced by watching the bare branches and twigs of the trees against the sky. Especially at dawn and dusk. It is as if the trees are showing us their language against the page of the sky.
Beautifully sung, as usual! And yes, pictures never come close to the experience…..yet still in many moments, I’m drawn to try once again!
I love this so much!!! I grew up in the tattered remains of North America’s Oak Savannah.
A slender transition strip, stretching from the Gulf of Mexico to southern Canada, between call grass Prairie and the eastern hardwood forest. Anywhere from 1 to 60 miles wide. The dominant species in mind particular space-time continuum was
Quercus Macrocarpa. Burr Oak. The species cognomen describing the acorn. Large cap. It usually covers 3/4 of the seed.
Majestic and ancient. Fireproof. Slow growing, long lived, unimaginably strong.
Your prose is a good pairing. Emulating those qualities. Great peace!
I love how you describe a happy landscape! Yes, I agree that a living thing thriving and growing into its ultimate potential must make it feel happy and if not, then it certainly makes me feel so!
I can see so many little tree beings in your last picture of the oak with its low spreading wide branches. I think they are dancing with delight and happiness!
Oh my. The words you write, through all your senses, are just as if I were at the sanctuary of oaks too. I can feel all of it. This may seem odd, but all of the elements you notice and ponder and explore are all of the same I would. Intriguing and invigorating. Leafy trees are my favorite, though I love all trees. Even though I love the leaves, I have always been entranced by watching the bare branches and twigs of the trees against the sky. Especially at dawn and dusk. It is as if the trees are showing us their language against the page of the sky.
This is glorious. Thank you. 💚