The Golden Seed Grove Of Lemuria
Susan Anderson dedicates this piece to all the special trees of her life.
It was such a beautiful day today that I opened the windows to let some of that wonderful fresh air into the house. When I did I saw the prettiest bright red cardinal you ever saw right outside my kitchen window. It was up in one f the Hemlock trees, singing merrily, oblivious to me. I stood quietly, not wanting to disturb him or scare him away. He sat for a few minutes, then flew down to the nearby rain barrel for a quick drink, and then back up into the tree. I could have watched him forever but my dog started barking and off he flew.
This started me thinking, though, of all the special trees in my life. There have been many and I don’t think trees get the respect they deserve so I’d like to dedicate this story to them.
From the time I was a child, trees have meant a great deal to me. I think because they were so huge and provided so much for me. They surrounded me in comfort and in joy to fit whatever needs I might have had at the time.
There was a big clearing in the woods behind our house for when I wanted a quiet haven. I liked to just be alone sometimes, away from the hustle and bustle of being a part of a large family and this was where I usually went at those times.
Across the field was a big cluster of lilac bushes. They had beautiful, fragrant flowers that grew on them. There was a huge boulder in the center where I would go to play house, form a club with my friends, have a picnic or maybe even play Cowboy’s and Indian’s.
There were some tall slender birch trees at the end of the lilacs that I used to love to shinny up and swing from with my cousin. This seemed to be especially reserved for when she came to visit, maybe because she introduced them to me.
Next in line was a great big oak tree that pipe fern, Mexican hats, and various other wildflowers seemed to like to gather ‘round. This was where there seemed to be an abundance of fireflies for us to catch in our peanut butter jars on a hot summer night. Oh, what fun we had!
Across the driveway, in the middle of the front lawn, was a magnificent apple tree. I loved this tree the most. It seemed to be a wonderful tree for almost anything I wanted to use it for. Sometimes I’d just use it as a jungle gym, climbing wherever I could. Other times it was a lookout for any number of people or animals, real or imagined. Some days I would just like to sit in this wonderful tree and daydream. Other days it was a horse, since it had a limb that came out in just the right place and at the right angle to be one. I could even climb up and pick an apple, then go back to my perch and eat it if I wanted to. My dad had put a picnic table under it on the right and tied a hammock to it on the left. Yes, this was the most wonderful tree of all!
After this one, though, was the tallest tree around! To me, being a small child, it reached far into the sky! It was a chestnut tree and we would sometimes find just the right chestnut and a feather. Then we’d go and poke a hole in the chestnut with a hammer and nail and put the end of the feather in it. Voila!! There we had our whirligigs and would play for ages, seeing who could throw theirs the highest and watching them whirl back down to us, doing it over and over again.
Further along the yard, down through another field, was my brother’s tree house. He was the oldest in our family of six children and after him came four girls, so he was happy to have a reprieve from us there in his own little haven.
In the back yard my father had planted pine trees. They were little when he planted them and always looked like little Christmas trees, especially in the winter when the snow fell and rested so beautifully upon their branches.
Now, I enjoy looking out my window at all the hemlock, maple and oak trees that house the squirrels and birds that I love to feed, watch and listen to. They give me a feeling of peace and remind me of the endless hours of fun I had growing up with all my wonderful trees.
All this and I haven’t even mentioned how they provide us with oxygen, purify the air we breath, prevent flooding, provide privacy, give us so many products such as lumber for houses, paper to write on, furniture and have endless other purposes.
Trees seem to signify life and growth, death and rebirth, in that order, I think. In the spring they all begin to bud and seem to come to life, they’re so green and beautiful! Then they grow throughout the remainder of the spring and summer. In the fall, they turn magnificent colors, the work of a true artist, providing us with more beauty than you could ever imagine. Alas, they fall to the ground and the trees seem barren, almost dead. They’re still very beautiful though, especially when the winter sets in and they cover with snow. What a glorious wonderland! And there’s nothing more beautify than the silhouette of a tree casting its shadow in the setting sun. Just as the snow stops falling and there seems to be no life left, we begin to see the tiny buds sprouting from the branches, giving birth to a new year of magical wonder, coming full circle.
I think the most important of all, though, is the wonderful memories they bring back to me when I look out my kitchen window and see the cardinal singing. Trees are truly an intricate work of nature. © By Susan Anderson