beauty of the trees,
the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass,
speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain,
the thunder of the sky,
speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars,
the trail of the sun,
the strength of fire,
and the life that never goes away,
they speak to me.
And my heart soars.
~ Chief Dan George
Triggered by spring showers, every
year, a Big Bang event occurs right outside my window. It just
happened, and here's the view outside my window.
For the last 17 years, I look forward
to this explosion, as few plants can surpass the majestic, yet
delicate beauty of a flowering tabebuia tree. Just now, sitting at
my desk, sipping my morning coffee and leaning back in my chair, I
find myself completely taken in by the view.
does he plant who plants a tree?
He plants the friend of sun and sky;
He plants the flag of breezes free;
The shaft of beauty, towering high;
He plants a home to heaven anigh
For song and mother-croon of bird
In hushed and happy twilight heard -
The treble of heaven's harmony
These things he plants who plants a tree.
The Heart of the Tree
I delight in the bursts
of these lovely tubular blooms borne on three leafless trees,
planted by my husband, DH, soon after we moved here.
you, DH. These trees are among the best of your loving gifts
to me. And you thought you were just landscaping the sideyard.)
I've attempted to capture this beauty
on this page, but as I
look out then back at the screen, I realize that no camera, no photo
can ever capture Nature's beauty as well as our eyes can.
Here's what is missing in the photo:
the dancing of the
graceful, blossom-laden branches in the wind; the intensely animated
of shadow and light; and spectacularly brilliant shades of lavender,
pink and fuschia juxtaposed against the deep blue sky and fluffy
white clouds, which only heightens the display. The hues are far more
vivid and intense to the eye than to the camera.
Also, the camera with no help from my
unsteady finger -- cannot capture the hummingbirds that are
attracted to the nectar-rich blossoms. If I can't get the
hummingbirds, let me try to see if I can get a closer shot of these
spectacularly showy blossoms...
Not great, but not bad. It will do.
When I return to this page when once again summer arrives and the
flowers are replaced by shady green foliage, or in winter when the
elegant branches are deciduously and starkly bare, I will remember
these big bang blossoms with fondness.
With your feet I walk
With your limbs I walk
I carry forth your body
For me your mind thinks
Your voice speaks for me
Beauty is before me
And beauty is behind me
Above and below me hovers the beautiful
I am surrounded by it
I am immersed in it
In my youth I am aware of it
And in old age I shall walk quietly
The beautiful trail.
To those who wonder what they
are: they are the blossoms of the stately flowering tree, Tabebuia
rosea, also known as the Pink Tecoma or Pink Trumpet Tree.
a member of the family Bignoniaceae; grows as a native in Panama;
affects the human body as a fungicide, vulnerary; has been used by
indigenous people to treat boils, diarrhea, dysentery, pharyngitis,
my soul, a shining tree,
Silver branches lift towards thee,
Where on a hallowed winter's night
The clear-eyed angels may alight.
~ Siegfried Sassoon, Tree
A Gorgeous Tree Poetry
Gallery by Matt Wolf
"Life is a Gift."
only gift is a portion of thyself..."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
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