Tuesday, June 23, 2026

LOVING TREES


Dogwood Blossoms

 LOVING TREES

Watching from my baby carriage 
Sunlight flitting across wiggly leaves above me. 
Shuffling in autumn’s falling leaves.
Resting under a Mango tree 
On a hillside in rural India.

Loving trees …

Rescuing tiny Pine shoots in Victoria BC.
Planting Arbor Society’s free trees 
At my condo in Eugene Oregon.
Capturing and propagating Maple starts
In my Marquis front yard.

Loving trees …

Beyond watering and nourishing
These awesome friends of nature, 
Each life change becomes 
A new twig or branch 
On the tree of my own life. 

Gifted Honeysuckle 

A New Branch

After over thirty-six years of living from village to village around the world, at age 63, I bought my only home – a condo in Eugene, Oregon. Immediately I started planting trees and creating a tree nursery. 

Crepemyrtle

Three years ago, when I sold my home of twenty years, I left behind two Dogwoods, a Quince, and a Lilac bush. I gave away potted Honeysuckle and Jasmine.

Dogwood beside Hydrangeas


My life as a homeowner ended. 

Lilac Bush

Two audacious movers transferred my hefty potted Japanese Maple, an Arborvitae, a Crepe Mrytle, three Jasmine plants, a Honeysuckle, peony and hydrangea bushes and numerous baby Maples to the driveway of a rented one-bedroom cottage.


Crepemyrtle, Arborvitae, Growing Maples

Painfully, in fits and starts, a new life branch was grafted on the trunk of my life tree. I replanted the Jasmine, honeysuckle, peony, hydrangeas and flowers in the planter of the cottage. 


Baby Pines

My tree nursery increased as I captured numerous new starts of Maple and pine from the surrounding area. My potted trees flourished.

(To be continued)


1 comment:

Terry Bergdall said...

I facilitated, or participated in an unusually large number of village meetings during my 18 years of living in Africa. Only one location, however, from all those gathering places, remains unforgettable. It was in a village in the Eastern Province of Zambia where the village had a designated meeting space under half a dozen mango trees. They had been planted together in relatively close proximity many years ago. As the mango trees matured they formed a large interlocking canopy of lush green leaves rendering a natural beauty that beckoned people to come together. Never before or since have I encountered a greater example of sacred space for community interaction. I tried to take a photo but, of course, it was impossible to capture the true magnificence of those mango trees. They continue, however, now decades later, to remain a vivid and inspiring reality for me in my imagination.