The Seasons of the Trees

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After reading a great blog entitled Falling in Love With Color, it is impossible not to be inspired in many directions. Living out in the country, it is impossible not to notice the beauty of the Autumn colors; even if you are just driving down the interstate, you might also notice the same. For the last couple of weekends, we have set out trees with the anticipation of their enhancement of the view. It goes without saying that during their lives and seasons, the trees will not only grow but mutate depending the climate. One might even question if these changes are the result of the environment or just programmed into the DNA of trees or the earth. Young trees' roots are strengthened and trees are stabalized from the wind currents that blow them around. The roots run/crawl through the earth in response to balancing the tree above while also searching for nutrients that will also add to their strength and growth. We have a huge old "buzzard tree" directly outside the bonus room window. It was really one of the reasons we finalized buying the home. The old weathered bark twisted up into the sky posing like some old Scooby Doo ghost with its rotting trunk and heavy broken limbs scratching into the sky. Its obviously been there a while, survived a few storms.

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I couldnt help but also think of "people." Yeah, some of them you've seen in National Geographic in some third world country with time etched into their faces and a glimmer of defiance in their eyes saying "I'm still here..." It is the change of seasons that grow us as people. Spring is full of life and vitality and energy. We think we can change the world; we dont know any better. By summer, we enjoy what we perceive are the works of our own hands and minds, our self-imposed might. In the Fall, our bones grow weary of the long battle, our bodies worn and scarred from many battles. By Winter, its obvious the structure formed underneath that has supported some many attempts and goals; the glamour, like leaves blown in the wind, our bones struggling against our flesh reaching for the earth from which they sprang. It is in Winter that those around us recount the blowing winds of life that formed our roots, our character to support the tree and fruits of our lives. It marks the path of our destiny and legacies.


We are the trees, planted in the earth to grow, protect and enhance it....at least for a season...how could we not fall in love with the color of the trees through the seasons?

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