Trees #sol19


For the month of March , I will be participating in the Slice of Life Challenge (#sol19) sponsored by Two Writing Teachers. I will be slicing each day for 31 days inspired by my work as a literacy specialist and coach, my life, and my fellow bloggers.

Trees #sol19

March 29, 2019

I have loved many trees in my life.

One tree stood, a towering pine next to my growing-up house.  My father strung lights around and around each Christmas.

One tree stood in my husband’s aunt’s yard, a century oak.  Tall and majestic,  it dropped so many acorns, the squirrels came from miles and stayed for days.  We raked so many acorns.

IMG_1316One tiny dogwood  was nurtured under the towering canopy of our yard, blooming delicately in the spring.








Those amazing redwoods stand like sentinels in Muir Woods.  They are my favorite things on earth in my favorite place on earth.  If there is a heaven to me it looks just like there. IMG_3815





Two beautiful crabapple trees my husband bought me bloomed their hearts out by my patio at our first house.  We called them the waiting rooms for they held all the little birds waiting to get onto my bird feeder.

One flaming red maple tree grew from a small tree over those thirteen years to a view outside my bedroom window.

One adopted old crabapple, gnarly and full of holes became a home to many outside our front window.  We lost it three years ago.  IMG_3814 (1)








The crazy little tree  is covered with dog photos and dog tags, memories of dogs passed in our favorite local park.



Beautiful blooming late spring trees outside Teacher’s College in New York spill fragrant petals like rice at a wedding. IMG_5908







Maple trees were filled with a riot of orange greeting me on my way into school on fall mornings.IMG_5067








The tree in the courtyard outside the literacy center spread its branches like arms protecting all underneath.IMG_0227







Smooth sleek palms  create a beautiful pattern on the sidewalks under the tropical Florida sun always bring a smile to my face. IMG_1042 (1)

Yes,  I have loved many trees.



Alice Nine’s post,  The Old Pear Tree,  reminded me of all the trees I’ve loved and some I’ve lost. 

14 thoughts on “Trees #sol19

  1. What a great way to measure the memories of your life. This summer we lost four oaks and I mourn their demise. Your lovely reflection was uplifting to read and brought back many reminiscences of my own. Thank you for that.

  2. I love your tree tales. That picture – absolutely priceless! Now I know I must visit the redwoods … once I wrote about what kind of tree I’d be. Had to think long and hard on it, finally decided on a cypress for its symbolism in my Southern roots, that it grows near water (as I did, growing up), that it is tall (as I am), and because it’s thought to breathe through its “knees” – as a child with asthma, I slept balled up on my knees, in order to breathe. You’ve inspired me to learn more about trees – to branch out.:)

  3. Those pictures are amazing – how did you find them all. This would make a beautiful children’s picture book. I can even imagine a back spread – All About These Trees – with some facts on each. Even a how to section – pruning, caring for etc. The words were poetic prose. Write this book!

  4. I love this post. It evoked so many many memories of precious trees from my own life. It also did what the best writing does, reminds us we’re not alone. I never imagined others—besides perhaps orchardists, dendrologists, or arborists—had beloved trees.

  5. Oh my goodness, this might be my favorite slice this month, beginning with the opening line. I will use this as a mentor and check out Alice’s post as well. The dog photo tree at the park is incredible.

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