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How quickly a year can pass, even if individual days seem long.
Neither the word “time” nor its meaning says anything to a tree. Something I wish were true for Yours Truly.
Old Man River Birch June 2013
Cognizance of existence, the passage of time, the end of (my) time weighs heavily on my mind sometimes.
July 2013
I try not to let the limited number of seconds I have on this planet keep me from enjoying the ones I have, but it is a difficult task for one who is always chased by Eliot’s Shadow.
August 2013
Then there are the trees. And of all the trees in all of time and all of existence, this one is my favorite, if there can be only one favorite – and I think “favorite” is an absolute, is it not?
September 2013
Absolutes cannot be qualified. Not by “least,” and not by “most.” Not by any qualifier. That’s why they’re absolute. Unlike Yours Truly, who really doesn’t believe in absolutes. Unless it’s the absolute tree.
October 2013
This magnificent being I call my favorite is is a river birch, though I live on a bayou near a lake
and not near a river at all.
November 2013
But old Mr. River Birch resides near water, nevertheless, and I don’t think he cares that the moniker we humans have assigned to him refers to a specific type of water, near which he does not reside.
December 2013
Water is water, and trees are trees. No, not really. Not at all. Not if you believe in the absolute, and I do, if it’s a tree. Which seems to contradict all that I have previously written, but doesn’t if you understand. Believe me when I tell you that I do not understand.
January 2014
Look at the majesty of this tree, this river birch. It is not just any tree, any more than that child is just any child or this planet just any planet.
February 2014
You see, Gentle Reader? Do you see? What do you see, if anything? Tell me, I must know, for I am of the ilk who never knows what others see, and if I do, I do not understand.
March 2014
So, tell me. Do.
April 2014
And while you ponder what you will tell me that you see, see my tree.
May 2014
For though I share my thoughts and images of him, he belongs only to me. Absolutely.
June 2014
Only to me, unless you see. And if you do, he belongs to you, too. This I understand.
Stacy Rambles 
I, too, saw life’s cycle of “life – rebirth” and as I pondered the depth of your thoughts I saw the two trees as a couple, standing together, supporting one another through the feast and the famine of life and emotion. And should one or both succumb to age or elements, they have carried on, spreading their seeds to start new trees (lives/memories) for the next generation to sit under, look upon and ponder the wonders of nature…is that a sapling I see between the two in the latter pictures? That is what I want my legacy to be, that I have established a good foundation on which to build new life…
Before I start to cry; one more try. I guess you somehow have a setting that does not allow my build in link…
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Dearest Stacy,
Don’t know what happened to my comment… it just does not show up here.
So I tray again to compose my thoughts; however sad ones as your double river birch reminds me of our beautiful triple river birch we one had. It stood there, tall next to the pon until: {2004 Hurricane Francis – Our Garden Before and After}
Please put the words Hurrican Francis in my search box at the top right on my blog for going to this post…
It broke our hearts as it was like yours, so tall and proud with its long arms stretched to the heavens and giving shelter to birds for sleeping and nesting.
Enjoy yours for us as well!
Sending you hugs on this 2nd Pentecost Day; at least that was the priviledge you and I had while living in the Old World where it is still observed.
Mariette
I’m not sure what the problem is, Mariette – but your comments do show up! I’m in a quandary about what you see as opposed to what shows up here in comments.
Pentecost wishes to you, too! xo
For having this shown up above, after about ten trials over days… I left out the build in link. So my guess was right! Because when I wanted again to publish I got the message: ‘Duplicate comment detected; it looks as though you’ve already said that!
So maybe you could allow that setting and than it will work…
But I’m glad that this works again.
Hugs,
Mariette
Stacy, do you use comment moderation?
My comment NEVER shows up; even if I get past all the tricks (have followed up on you mail…).
Hugs,
Mariette
I don’t understand – I see your comments just fine! xo
I was just telling my daughter today how much trees have meant to me during my lifetime. I grew up under a huge tree that formed a canopy over my bedroom. I love that your tree is two trees. I find trees very comforting because they remind me of the ongoing cycle of life (rest – rebirth – rest – rebirth). To me that is a timeless thing, ultimately. Also I do feel that they have a spirit. And I also believe in the eternity of spirit.
I do believe in their spirit as well, Christine. I like your vision of birth and renewal. I always felt an affinity for trees because of their connection to the earth. XO
I see two trees,standing side by side, sharing each day of the year, the good days and the bad. They are like twins, joined perhaps at the root, sharing the sun and the rain as they grow. They only know what a tree can know, that though they can not move about, they can grow taller, doing what trees do, the best they can. When the wind blows, one can say to the other, (if trees could talk, perhaps they whisper), ‘lean on me’…. I am glad you have your special tree.
Beautifully written, Bonnie. XO
We humans can be such contradictory creatures. A tree seems much steadier. It knows how to occupy a space with deep roots while the wind blows, as snow falls, as hurricanes pass. OK, maybe not hurricanes. But there is something that touches the eternal with a tree, perhaps. Lovely, Stacy.
I don’t know what it is, but I have always found a kinship with trees. Maybe it is their roots, something that has eluded me my whole life. XO
I see… two hearts, sharing space, supporting each other and growing in stature and beauty! ❤
I had no doubt that you would see, Claire.xo