“Yes I am the Lorax who speaks for the trees, which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please.”
I’ll admit it, I’m a tree hugger. I love trees.
I love to stomp through a nice forest and traverse their roots.
I love the leaves in all their colors through Spring, Summer and Fall.
I love a cold, dark wintry day when the trees are black and stark and empty standing tall against a formidable sky.
I love them when they are covered in snow, moss, and fungus.
I especially love them when they shelter bugs and birds alike.
In my childhood days I spent hours climbing the trees in our yard. I practically lived in the Maple out front and the McIntosh out back.
These days I’m happy to wander amongst them or to burn their dead wood for a campfire.
Then I relish the smell for days.
So, here’s the deal… Fridays are for fun.
Unedited writing that’s good for the soul – You are always welcome to join us…
The Unfinished Child 