
One thing I am very thankful for is living near trees, on a quiet, beautiful leafy block. The sight of these trees, with their ballet arm branches, immediately feels like an oasis from the city, and provides a calm healthy contrast to concrete, noise, tall buildings and people on top of people.
Trees are not rushing anywhere, they are simply standing; being. From their roots to their branches, trees provide a type of balm to the soul and a lesson in grace, patience and the wisdom behind the fact that slow growth is very often the growth that endures....
I do have a bit of tropical bias and have palm trees not pine trees in my inner eye (..."The palm at the end of the mind, Beyond the last thought, rises..." as Wallace Stevens wrote), but am very much treehugger for ALL trees, and have a happy familiarity with the beautiful trees of the Northeast which are very similar to ones from my youth.
Growing up in a small town on the cusp of Central-Northern Michigan (which has the opposite tree to people ratio than life in New York City), we'd often go on field trips and color tours, as well as visits to pumpkin patches and cider mills.
This week a quick business trip to Seventh Generation offices felt like a New England color tour as the bonus of the trip was seeing trees, in the full glory of their seasonal wardrobe change.
Happy Friday everyone.