Tree Zen

Trees are ancient souls that watch over us, purifying the earth with their vascular root system, calling to us in our silent moments to come out and play, take a walk, plant a garden and balance ourselves with the earth.  I live on a tree canopied lane and admit in the Spring  I worry about the damage tornadoes could do to them.  In the winter ice storms create beautiful crystal sculptures of the trees.  Like all living things,  trees need a hair trim for dead branches.  Like our hair, this stimulates new growth.  The reward is beautiful summer shade, a home for birds and animals, the rustle of leaves in the breeze.  In the Autumn a spectacular display of gold, crimson and orange is put on by the trees, followed by an interesting display of branch bones.

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