Friday, May 3, 2013

Tree Hugging

When I was in high school, I wasn't in too many clubs. Between band, marching band (cough *nerd!* cough), church activities, and homework, I wasn't that keen on making my schedule even more busy than it was.

But there were two clubs I did join. The first was the Future Farmers of America. I joined this club because there was a cute boy in it who I had a huge crush on for about a month or so. Sitting in that club meeting, I stunk of fraud. Because of course, I was a fraud. I didn't own a carhart jacket, I'd never even ridden on a tractor, I wasn't that into country music, and having a best friend who lived on a farm just wasn't the same as living on one myself. And they all knew it. They were nice and welcoming,  but it was clear I wasn't one of them. I only went to one meeting of that club.

The other club I was a member of was called H.O.P.E., which stood for "Helping our planet's environment." This club was run by a super zany and passionate science teacher, who once confessed to vacuuming her lawn after accidentally spilling something toxic on it. I don't remember what all we did in the club, though I know we planted some trees and we all got t-shirts that had this poem on them:

I think that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree.

The rest of the poem can be found here, and is by Joyce Kilmer.

It's embarrassing but writing even just that short stanza made my eyes begin to well up because I love trees so much. My favorite tree is the weeping willow, because it is so enchanting. One time, as a missionary, my native-Spanish speaking companion asked me what the name of that tree was in English. When I told her "weeping willow," she repeated it slowly in Spanish and said, "What a beautiful name."

Under a willow tree: the most romantic place to "kees"
I also love apple blossom trees, and just a little fyi, the apple blossom is Michigan's state flower.

Ok, enough about trees. The whole point in telling you all of that was to explain that I love nature. ESPECIALLY non-winter nature. And now that the earth here is going from gray and white and brown to green and all colors of the rainbow, I can't stop taking pictures of it. So please don't hate me for sharing some of them now. I can't help it.

I'll calm down soon. (Maybe.)


Tracie Nall said...

I love this peek into your colorful change of seasons. So very lovely.

Savd said...

H.O.P.E. was so great! Let's do some tree-lovin' things this summer! :)

violet50 said...

I like the phrase "stunk of fraud". You're so funny. Beautiful pictures! The only club I was a member of was the French Club - and yes, I did speak French. Sort of. Think David Sedaris. But we did like going to French restaurants.

lizzie mc.- said...

I think I'm going to come back to this post time and again. They're beautiful! I feel quite the same way. Red buds, Dogwood, Willows (though I'm not into cleaning up the switches when they drop in fall... I always wanted one on an island in my large pond.) I've always dreamed of having a large yard full of trees, bushes, flowers... I recently decided that I was going to school for English, but in all honesty my heart yearns after science, I'm just not sure my brain can process all I would need to remember. It's time for me to get off my duff and get to mowing now... the less romantic part of yard work. Now I need to visit MI in the Spring... okay, never mind, I'll move there for everything but winter.

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Katherine said...

HEE HEE!! I don't remember you and that one FFA meeting! Hilarious!! You were cool. (So was I.) :) I love trees, too!!! They're the best.