Wednesday, October 14, 2009

There is nothing more beautiful than a tree

Growing up in San Francisco in the early 50's my playground was Golden Gate Park. We lived 3 houses down from the southern border of the park which was filled with beautiful trees, bushes, plants and flowers. There was even a playground with slides and swings.

Today the trees have been thinned down, all the most of the bushes have been removed for security reasons, I guess lurking nogoodnicks will pounce on unsuspecting joggers. The swings have been removed because some child might fall of the swing........ sign of modern times.
I guess I am a walking, talking miracle. I can't remember how many time I have fallen off the swings.....but that is another story.

The tall trees that were in the park included giant Eucalyptus trees which occasionally were uprooted by strong winds....

Fast forward 50+ years, I am in Mexico surrounded by Trees.
One of my fellow bloggers mentioned that I may have an obsession about trees.

Thinking about it , I think I will have to agree.

There is something about the sound of the wind that is created through the needles and leaves of the trees.
We have lots of trees.

We cut some of the trees down when we built the house years ago, I carted down a Alaskan Mill to make beams and lumber out of the crop.

We only cut maybe a dozen trees and through the years the Mexico Forestry People have come and removed some diseased standing trees.

Last afternoon I was sitting on our back patio sipping a hot cappuccino in the afternoon sun listening to the wind make the great sound of trees.

One of my blog guru's advised me the word for that special sound is soughing.
I love soughing!

It got me thinking of something that Mexico Bob had pointed out several weeks ago about Joyce Kilmer.

I never knew that Joyce Kilmer was a male poet. When we learned about the poem Trees, it was never discussed of the gender of the writer and I don't even remember what grade it was that we had to learn the poem.
Gender at that time of our life was a pretty non important issue, our priorities were things like baseball cards or this gooey blob glob you would put on an end of a straw and blow up a large plastic like bubble, or we would talk about the previous nights adventure of Gunsmoke or The Rifleman.

I tried to remember the poem and was successful in doing the first and last line. For those of your who don't know what I am talking about here it is. ( Thankfully it is easy to find on the Internet)


I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree 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.

Funny that a simple poem written almost a hundred years ago can be so short but yet so descriptive is truly a masterful talent.

Our trees some of which are over a hundred feet tall are an endangered species because of the pillaging of bandit tree cutters. Our property is one of the few non butchered plots left up on the hill.
The trees you see in the picture are directly above our house and continue up the hill to our top plateau. They are statuesque and old, somewhere about 50 plus years.

And they are here to appreciate and use sparingly.

Yep I am a steward of my trees......


Bob Mrotek said...


Believe it or not there is a word for the sound that the wind makes when blowing through the trees. It is called "soughing" (pronounced SUFF-eeng - rhymes with enough).

Anonymous said...

You could build a lot of toothpick houses eh?

Babs said...

I share your love of trees. Since we are in a semi-arid here in San Miguel the countryside does not have the trees that you have over in Michoacan. BUT on my property I have big pines, eucalyptus, avocado, lemon ,jacaranda and of all things a chinaberry tree. It treasure each and every one of them...a haven for the wild life (birds, bees and things) NOT my wild life - just kidding.......

Babs said...

That comment about the toothpick houses must be from RUCO - only Canadians use eh?

Constantino said...

Babs, our property is a haven also for all kinds of birds and wildlife! Sometimes our visiting guest plot themselves down on a chair in back, with a bird book and count the number of bird that visit the bird bath!
We are probably the only location within about a mile that has water for them. One of the reasons I bought the property years ago was the trees and ability to plant stuff.
I am in the process of building a large greenhouse to extend the cycle!
Unfortunately we are too high and too cold for avocados. But 15 minutes down the road they are so cheap I'll leave it up to the groves.....

dan said...

Yes you are correct for there is nothing more beautiful than a tree i quoited this saying as a Shakespeare verse am i right? Dan in Australia.

Tancho said...

Dan, thanks for stopping by, Looking up some Shakespeare quotes, I was unable to find anything. I didn't consider Shakespeare when getting my thoughts for the title, but thanks to you, I looked up some Shakespeare and the only thing I could find was "Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in ", so thanks for making me look it up, and giving me another snapshot to the great writer!