When Norm and I arrived at our hotel in Metz, France, the first thing I noticed was this majestic tree just hanging out next to the lamp post. I knew at that moment that this was going to be a city I’d love – and I was right.
That gorgeous tree was a most striking anomaly encased in smooth, yet mottled bark.
Later that afternoon, as we made our way deeper into the city, I happened upon a lone tree surrounded by buildings and cars and the noises of city life. This is the kind of tree that evokes pity, trapped in the middle of the hubbub.
The lucky trees live in the church yard overlooking the sleepy river.
They get to visit with the swans who call the river home.
Just look at this tree who decided that he wanted to be a water-born tree – like the cypresses or tallows in Louisiana. I don’t blame him.
Right there, deep inside that knot hole is where I’d make my home if I were a Metz bird. Wouldn’t you?
The trees on the opposite side of the church bask nonchalantly in the shade of the great edifice.
They seem to feel comfortable living there in the shadow of the house of God.
Of course….
Even the on-high divine
Cannot protect the sublime
From the ravages of time.
Lumps come with age – even for trees.
The time came too soon for us to head back to the City of Light. I didn’t want to say goodbye to my good fellows. I didn’t want to leave the trees for the cold, drab megalopolis. I had no choice – I had to go….
but not before giving them a proper hug.
Dear Stacy Tree Hugger, I feel your love of trees and am smiling from ear to ear. The tree that wanted to join or become water is special indeed. Glad you had a wonderful day.
Many thanks, Kathy! ❤
Such beautiful trees. I find the French habit of hacking trees back severely in the spring a bit disturbing, so it’s nice to see that in Metz they’ve allowed them to be themselves and spread out a bit.
Yes, I thought the same thing I first saw that. French gardens are so different from English gardens….but I love them both. ❤
Love your trees!!! Especially that one going into the canal, heh… ♥
I like that one, too. Never before have I seen such a sight. ❤
What a beautiful post, Stacy Lyn! Amazing trees! The tree with the unusual mottled bark is just like two giant trees in front of my Hubby’s childhood home. It was built in the early 1800’s and those trees had to have been planted when it was built. This was in Massachusetts. For some reason, they were called ‘button’ trees. Maybe the bark was used to make buttons? Anyway, they were beautiful. I share your love of trees. Silent witnesses, everpresent, friends of all. xx
Yes, indeed – ever-present friends! ❤
Thanks for stopping by my blog and liking the “about” section. Please check out the archives sometime and let me know if you make anything. I’m always looking for suggestions on ways to make recipes better.
Will do, Teresa! ❤