#tree brilliance

[carlavermeend]

Inspirered by nature

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Birch lane in Swedish Lappland

Kilian stopped the car when he saw the golden light.

📸 by @kilianschoenberger

[coenderuiter]

[cycles-seasons]

[elektraflowers]

There is a spruce tree outside my window. It is taller than the house, and shades my room in the afternoon. It has been here for thirty years, if not longer. Sometimes I see birds and squirrels on its branches.

There is a man in the neighborhood who pats the tree every time he passes it. He is older, judging by the ring of gray hair around his bald head. I don't know his name, but I know he lives in a blue and gray house on a nearby street. I've seen him walk by almost every afternoon for over a year.

Is he taking to the tree? Sometimes he's muttering to himself but it doesn't seem to be directed at the tree. I wonder if the tree talks to him. Maybe be doesn't understand its language or what it wants, except that he feels the need to pat it. If I can speak and think and, apparently, feel, why not this enormous thing that is obviously alive?

Seeing this man pat the tree gives me a better appreciation for different ways of understanding time. Perhaps each pat helps reassure the tree of its continued existence to others, no matter the season.

[meaningfulstabbing]

Happy Fall, y’all. 🍁

[noriphotograph]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BwngL6HpBXK/?igshid=ba5gvvqv0jqw

[tuttunocolcuscino]

Alcune amicizie sono come gli abeti, sempre verdi; altre invece risultano essere come le rose, sfioriscono.