More Big Trees

Last week, I talked numbers (even though numbers hate me and often mock me). I know it was a departure for me to talk about my adventures (NUD-ventures) in self publishing, but sometimes I just have to write stuff to get it out of my head. Since I’m not friends with Math, that was a post I wanted to get out of my head ASAP. (Though I’m warming up to Math when it is adding up sales…okay, sorry.)

Trees.

Why trees? Well, sometimes I have a specific topic and look for one of the hubs pics to sort of represent the topic in a mildly symbolic way (I’m lousy at symbolism, too)  and sometimes I just look through his pictures until one grabs my attention.

So that is why you’re seeing trees today.

I like trees.

Where I grew up, we had trees, but not the I-was-born-to-be-a-treehouse kind of trees. Don’t you just want to move in and start building? Our trees were more the go-ahead-try-it-and-see-how-far-you-fall trees.

Trees also make me think of putting down roots. Of taking root. Of being rooted. Of persisting against the odds. Of standing tall. Weathering the storms. When a tree goes down, you know something serious happened.

When we lived in New Orleans, where the roots mostly run along the ground, I wondered how they survived all those storms. Then I learned they do it by intertwining their root systems—by gaining strength from each other.

When we had the drought here in Texas a few years back, well, I thought all the trees were done for. Seriously, they looked dead. I’d drive past them and think, gone, gone, gone.

And then the rain started to fall again. And they weren’t all gone. I don’t remember the figure I heard, but I’m thinking it was 30% or less. And the trees I was so sure were dead? Most of them weren’t. It was puzzling (interesting) to see two trees side by side. One made it, one didn’t. I would have liked to know why, but maybe I kind of do.

Something must have weakened the tree that didn’t make it. Disease? Or maybe its roots didn’t go deep enough? Maybe it gave up just a little too soon? Maybe it didn’t join its root system with the other trees?

When Life Happens (notice how I “subtly” worked that in? You didn’t? Oh well….), I find myself thinking about those trees and surviving.  When the storms and the droughts and sometimes even the fires pass, some of them are still there.
Still standing.

There have been times in my life where I’m surprised to still be standing.  Thankfully I have a great support system. And good examples from trees and humans. 🙂

What about you? Do you ever ponder the trees? Or some other natural element and learn from it? Been surprised to still be standing?

Not only can you share your wisdom, but you’ll be entered into my drawing for an AnaBanana gift basket ($25 value). I announce the winner the first blog post of the new month.

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Perilously yours,

Pauline

“The characters are warm and the story complete with mystery, conflict and romance even though it is just a short story.  I particularly liked this one because Tobias Smith is a character from The Key and Girl Gone Nova which are two other stories of Pauline’s that I really like.”  Martha Reads

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Project Enterprise short stories.

I picked Project Enterprise: The Short Stories for today, because there are two heroines surprised to still be standing when the stories end. And frankly, I was a little surprised, too. You can buy them all over the place.

Talking Trees (No, Not TO the Trees) and Surviving Stuff
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4 thoughts on “Talking Trees (No, Not TO the Trees) and Surviving Stuff

  • March 26, 2014 at 10:41 am
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    A great post Pauline. 🙂 I love how you’ve discussed trees, because I grew up in a beautiful pine forest called Black Forest just north of Colorado Springs. I last lived there in ’87. For many, many years I’ve loved forests of every kind, and when people would sometimes describe them as scary I was always flabbergasted by that even when I was able to create scary forests in my stories. As I was growing up I always felt safe in Black Forest and never worried once about it burning. In the last ten years it started to occur to me with all the wildfires we’ve had that Black Forest’s luck was running out. I told people I wouldn’t live in a forest now. Sure enough in June 2013 luck did run out for the forest. A huge swath of my old forest burned in a horrible fire. Without belaboring what happened I can say two small miracles did happen which I’ll always be amazed and grateful for. One of my friend’s parents live in a house up the street from the home where I grew up. Their home was spared even though fire came extremely close. My old house that I grew up in (though now owned by someone else) was also spared. I still wouldn’t live in a forest again, but I’ll always love trees. So while I wasn’t surprised the forest burned, I was amazed my old home made it.

    • March 26, 2014 at 10:48 am
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      What a great story! Thanks for sharing it! I’m constantly surprised by the tender mercies found in great trials. Have you heard of the Lost Pines here in TX? When we had our fires, they went under the gun, but some of them survived, thank goodness! (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lost_Pines_Forest) 😀

      I’m like you, the forests don’t scare me (though I am scared of bears, but the trees can help with that LOL). I love forests, am totally fascinated by trees.

  • March 24, 2014 at 11:34 pm
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    I love trees, too. That tree in the photo is incredible. It makes me want to go climb it!

    A good support system (human or tree) is so important. I’m glad you and your surviving tree both have them. 😀
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    • March 26, 2014 at 10:47 am
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      Ah, thanks, Diana! I do think Hotel California is part of our support system for sure! Thanks for yours!

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