Quote of the day: “To be poor and be without trees, is to be the most starved human being in the world. To be poor and have trees, is to be completely rich in ways that money can never buy.” ― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, The Faithful Gardener: A Wise Tale About That Which Can Never Die
There is something wonderful about being out in nature among trees. Besides the obvious function of providing cool shade on a hot day, trees are healing and magnificent, benevolent and kind. I love wandering in the woods, and finding trees that are weathered and old, but still standing.
I grew up in Iowa, a land of corn fields and rolling farm fields but with very few trees growing anywhere but on farmsteads or in parks. Even then I gravitated to the trees. When I was very young, we lived on my grandfather’s farm. There was a grove of trees that I headed for when I went out to play. There my brothers and I made up all kinds of pretend games in the shade of the trees on a summer’s day.
Later, my dad bought his own farmland and we moved to a farm with far fewer trees. As soon a got my driver’s license and had the car for an afternoon, I picked up a friend and headed to a park 30 miles away that had lots of trees. Even then I knew that to be among trees was to be among friends.
Now I live in Minnesota, land of 10,000 lakes and more trees than I can count. I love the remnants of the Big Woods in my part of the state, but I also love the woods of Northern Minnesota. Trees, glorious trees, grow in such abundance, lush and green and wonderful!
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