March morning
This tree is in the willow grove – or the Immanent Grove as I call it, after a location in Ursula LeGuin’s The Wizard of Earthsea. I walk past it occasionally on my daily walk. The willow wands are turning more yellow every day.
I like it when trees stand alone and I can get a view of their whole form. I don’t know if it’s that good for them, to grow alone and not entwined with others in a forest. It probably depends on the tree species, the ecology, the soil and the life it holds around the tree. It seems to me that willows often grow relatively separate from other trees.
Clouds gathered. I passed the community garden. No real signs of life there yet.
I’ve been coming up with haiku on my walk. I write them down when I get home. It seems March triggers a desire to write haiku. In past years, I’ve noticed a waning of haiku spirit in summer. Why would that be? I would like to try to write summer haiku this year as well.
As clouds gather
and obscure the sun,
I wonder about my Shadow.
Spring flowers in the house —
or just accept this barren landscape?
We have a few of those Torrey Pines around here that are so grand in their solitary stand, but a thick of trees has its equal beauty. Have you read: The Hidden Life of Trees? You may like it if you have not. There is a newer illustrated version too. I learned a lot.
The flowers and the photo of them are so beautiful, inspiring. Spring in the House looks good on you!
https://www.amazon.com/Hidden-Life-Trees-Communicate_Discoveries-Secret/dp/1771642483/ref=pd_bxgy_d_sccl_1/147-7796468-9221852?pd_rd_w=5yPzp&content-id=amzn1.sym.2b132e63-5dcd-4ba1-be9f-9e044543d59f&pf_rd_p=2b132e63-5dcd-4ba1-be9f-9e044543d59f&pf_rd_r=5WJ6ZRGQQ6DGAG4XRZG7&pd_rd_wg=NC1Zh&pd_rd_r=3a67ddb4-8811-4081-95b9-cb860d6cf255&pd_rd_i=1771642483&psc=1
I have read that book, Nancy. It got me thinking about the underground life of trees and forest. We have a “lone pine” on a ridge around here. Very dramatic.
a lovely haiku that
and I am now recalling a lone willow by a barn on Shelter Island … a lovely memory to carry through the day
thank you
Lots of lone willows. My parents’ yard in Connecticut was ringed with them but they all had their space, stood alone.
third morning now…..this post….meaning much to me, for me. and
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Tulips thank you so much for the Tulips. Thank you so much so much for the Tulips
I felt like I needed them.