After the winter of continuously plummeting temperatures and persistent ice, came the message of the harbingers of doom for the summer: it would be unbearably hot and sticky. And yet, the last few weeks have found the Midwest enjoying gorgeously mild temperatures and azure skies with only intermittent days of storms and rain. Beautiful. Gently breezy. Lush with leaves. Let me just walk into my flip flops and I am out the door.
Both with and without my children I have been on walking trails, about the city, in parks, through mature neighborhoods, and sightseeing about the town I now call home. A tour of the trees. Here are a few I share with you all.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
-Willa Cather in O, Pioneers
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain,
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
– Joyce Kilmer
Enjoy the various locales about the greater Indianapolis area through the trees.
If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you – you of little faith!
– Luke 12:28
The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life, and the one who is wise saves lives.
Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I’d look up into the sky – up- up-up into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then, I’d just feel a prayer.
-L.M. Montgomery in Anne of Green Gables
Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy. Let all creation rejoice before the LORD…
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
– Walt Whitman
I couldn’t live where there were no trees- something vital in me would starve.
-L.M. Montgomery in Anne’s House of Dreams
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
Around my suburban trails
That each day I may walk unceasingly on the banks of my water, that my soul may repose on the branches of the trees which I planted, that I may refresh myself under the shadow of my sycamore.
-Egyptian tomb inscription, circa 1400BCE
Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth.
And for those ultra-local….
Can you name this location on a windy road?