Yvonne Osborne is hosting The Festival of Trees and I signed up to be a part of it. It is a fitting event for me, since right now a human-caused fire has taken 16,000 acres of our old growth Ponderosa forest. We always knew this day would come, since the forest has been fire suppressed for so long, I’m just sad to see it come in my lifetime. Because it will not heal in my lifetime.
There is no place where I feel as alive as I do beneath a tree. Trees bring out a vitality in me I can only name as something holy. Even when I was a backcountry ranger, as beautiful as the high country above treeline is, I could not wait to get under the embrace of the forests below.
So, here is my humble tribute to the woods around my house and what they mean to me and my family. (Pictures courtesy of my good friend and photographer, Becky Cain, my husband, and some of my own.)
(I’ll not be posting until after the US Independence Day weekend, so if you get lonely for me, please read yesterday’s post—it’s embarrassingly jam-packed with me, me, me. *grin*)