Century wise trees are my favorite of furry friends – a majestic mix of massive, they steal you away to a land before time… if you’re just willing to get lost.
Thoughts come and go while I walk the dog. It’s a peaceful practice and mindful state. This morning, amidst such, I snapped this pic and let the wayward “thunks of trunks” wash over.
Besides my pup, bearded husband and father… the century wise trees of Old Irving Park in Chicago are quite simply, my favorite of furry friends. A majestic mix of massive, they steal you away to a land before time… if you’re just willing to get lost.
The American Sycamore with its wide ivory trunk and white peely bark… rises up like dinosaur bones erupting from middle earth. A gentle forest-dwelling giant.
A few more steps and you duck to miss a low hanging branch of the American Basswood. You freeze mid-jujitsu stance and breathe. Its sweet little bells of white flowers ring as you pass, leaving honeydew breezes. You close your eyes. Inhale, “ahhhhh,” … exhale. Walk on, memory collected.
Your footsteps soften, padding past the concrete to where the sidewalk ends. A pinecone greets you with a sappy smile. You stop. Wind up and give it a good ole soccer kick. This ones for the pup. You loosen the leash, and as the cone skips and tumbles… your eyes trail up.
Standing in a ground-halo of mustard gold you crane your gaze. From base to trunk, beam to branch… *silence* … you’re in the company of Gandalf, (shhh) the massive evergreen… with its tippy-top, pointy but slightly slouchy, spruce hat. You pause.
Between long slow blinks you think, “We are… just so small.” … and that’s a beautiful thing.
– Sunday Hobbit Thoughts
From base to trunk, beam to branch… *silence* … you’re in the company of Gandalf, (shhh) the massive evergreen… with its tippy-top, pointy but slightly slouchy, spruce hat.
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