February 17, 2011

Paper Cut Trees

Photo via Sandra Juto.  Another beautiful blog I like to follow.  It sparked memories.
I have a thing for trees.  Growing up in the country I climbed them, looked at them in awe, used their seed for helicopters, built a house in one...Really it was just a platform because then E got tired of handing boards up to me.  I'm sure it didn't help that I was bossy and mean.

I see life in a better light after I spend time in the trees.  It makes me happy to know the trees I've started (you can see them here, here and attempting here) may very well out live me.

Perhaps that is what my grandfather thought too.  He gave us trees when we were young.  Mine was a Mountain Ash.  On the first day of school every year we would head out to the bus early.  Mom would bring the camera.  I'd grab one of the many cats.  And we would pose in front of our tree.  I don't know that I was ever taller than mine but that didn't matter.  It is nice to look back and see ourselves in ugly glasses, funky hair, and 80's clothing next to those trees.

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