Gnarled And Twisted
As I turned the corner on my walk, I saw it...a big tree. I am sure I have noticed it in the past but Thursday morning for some reason it looked different. While large, this would not likely qualify as a giant one.
Years before...I remember seeing the tree known as the General Sherman. As an aside, it was an amicable meeting but there's no chance of me being mistaken as a 21st century John Muir but I do notice trees. Nothing serious and certainly not of a studious nature.
The particular tree I viewed had caused some damage to the sidewalk and to the adjacent curb. It was still early as the rising sun was already shining bright. There were predictions of soaring temperatures and I was certain some later passersby would appreciate the shade offered by the big tree. Later I noticed another neighborhood tree with a cautionary tag attached to it along with a well-used yet seemingly still serviceable child's swing suspended from one of its branches.
My mind as it often does went to thoughts of history, people and neighborhoods along with the connection of those things to trees. Each seemed to share similar characteristics. Twisted and gnarled in their own unique ways. I pondered all sorts of comparisons. Trees are a part of neighborhoods. There is a random physical distancing of many trees that seems to work at times. They have roots. Old roots which often run deep. Some may be the new kids on the block replacing ones who have left.
And while I can't identify many of them by name, I can still appreciate them. The welcoming presence they give to the area is one of the nicest things they add. Like my lack of similarity to Muir, I have no connection to Joyce Kilmer but I can still value and can show respect. Maybe it's just a smile. Or a nod.
Trees definitely enhance neighborhoods in my opinion. Just like neighbors of all kinds.
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