February 18, 2006
Trees I admire
One of my favorite trees is far back in my own woods, about a half mile in, near the northeast corner of my property. To get there, I walk through a forest of crooked scotch pines, through a section of mixed hardwoods, and through several groves of old hemlocks. During spring or thaw, I tramp though puddles and climb over fallen trees.
This tree has been hit by lightning. It’s been infested with beetles that killed many of the beech trees around it. Some of the branches are crooked, others seem fused together in odd ways.
It's a tree with scars, a tree that bears the mark of stormy weather, of disease and stress. It's a survivor, a tree that continues to grow, roots firmly in the soil, grey bark still protecting its core, branches reaching up toward sky.
Posted by jo(e)