tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614600.post8565091949035477244..comments2024-03-23T03:00:25.870-07:00Comments on Mother May I: Tree Huggertracey clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137351051366653697noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614600.post-10983693399557644652007-10-05T22:52:00.000-07:002007-10-05T22:52:00.000-07:00thanks everyone for the comments of support. it's ...thanks everyone for the comments of support. it's amazing to hear your stories. thank you for sharing!tracey clarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17137351051366653697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614600.post-28032092478577971692007-10-05T21:46:00.000-07:002007-10-05T21:46:00.000-07:00The electric co-op here has been mowing down giant...The electric co-op here has been mowing down giant trees, cutting an enormous swath, for the past week. And they just leave the stumps. Where we lived before, they actually came all the way down my 300-ft. driveway, mowing down FOURTEEN 20-year-old crepe myrtles. I was nearly apoplectic with fury.<BR/><BR/>On the other hand, our current property is so choked with trees that no sunshine can get through, grass doesn't grow, my horses have no forage, and I'm miserable. I never considered, beforehand, the "down" side of a tree-covered lot.ninjapoodleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10322256509244988323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614600.post-9784914691708194282007-10-05T13:26:00.000-07:002007-10-05T13:26:00.000-07:00So sad. When I visited my college campus a few yea...So sad. When I visited my college campus a few years ago and discovered that my very favorite tree, in my "thinking spot," was gone, I felt like a piece of me had been cut down. Change happens, I get that. Old buildings were torn down to make way for new ones. But this tree was nowhere near those locations. The loss of my tree was worse than any of the building changes. I still miss it, even though I'm not there to not see it.Jennifer/The Word Cellarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00564035436093238300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614600.post-25031919151952414242007-10-04T04:03:00.000-07:002007-10-04T04:03:00.000-07:00What a lovely post about a terrible story. Well do...What a lovely post about a terrible story. Well done, and I am sorry, I feel your pain!Annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01602168625363402376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614600.post-24587572344854939502007-10-03T21:34:00.000-07:002007-10-03T21:34:00.000-07:00I Feel your outrage at somebody cutting down a tre...I Feel your outrage at somebody cutting down a tree just because they don't like it. My dear mother used to say people that cut down trees can harm children too.<BR/><BR/>I remember about ten years ago we had to cut down a huge tree in our backyard necause the core had started rotting for some reason and the tree was going to fall down at any time and hit our bedroom! I cried that night when the birds came home to sleep and their home was gone. I had robbed not only the tree of the little life it had left, but an entire community of their home. It took me a really long time to step into my backyard without feeling giulty.<BR/><BR/>Reading this made the memory come flooding back.<BR/><BR/>I also remember the neighbour complaining first that the tree was making a mess in her pool and then that the birds were making a mess on her roof!! Where were the poor birds supposed to sleep after we took their home away???? Some people just don't get it!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614600.post-234845464193577392007-10-03T04:50:00.000-07:002007-10-03T04:50:00.000-07:00we looked at a potential new house the other night...we looked at a potential new house the other night. in my eyes, it's chief feature was a huge old oak in front.<BR/><BR/>then we got home, and it seemed like our Japanese maple -the one my boys practically live in- stretched out its branches to me as I got out of the van: don't go.<BR/><BR/>lovely post.Kyranhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00084535060369940911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614600.post-68635124159265515682007-10-02T21:56:00.000-07:002007-10-02T21:56:00.000-07:00Oh Tracey, I feel it. How miserable you must feel...Oh Tracey, I feel it. How miserable you must feel. The beautiful old trees surrounding our new home was one of the things that drew me to it.<BR/>My boys are outraged anytime they see a tree being cut down, or "progress" in the way of construction which destroys natural beauty. I hope their generation continues this emotion.<BR/><BR/>Love the shot at PT.Wil's Wheelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13283483550243146384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614600.post-73663583525114645202007-10-02T14:54:00.000-07:002007-10-02T14:54:00.000-07:001st, such a gorgeous portrait! I love it. Definate...1st, such a gorgeous portrait! I love it. Definately a framer!<BR/><BR/>Secondly, as a fellow tree hugger, I feel your sadness. When we lived in Corona, we had a brand new house, so we planted many beautiful trees and plants. One in particular was a willow tree in the front yard. We watched it grow from a small 6 ft tree to a 20-30 foot tree over 5 years. I loved that tree. It's silhouette's shadow danced through my bathroom window onto the side of a dresser and I would lie in bed in the morning and watch it dance. I would be still in the moment and just really appreciated it's beauty. When we went back less than a year after it sold, it was gone. I too, was devestated. You are not only an amazing photographer, but I never knew you had such a talent for writing. Sorry for writing so much, but it touched me........mandaroo63https://www.blogger.com/profile/01341486177836403726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614600.post-47457881857464675752007-10-02T14:45:00.000-07:002007-10-02T14:45:00.000-07:00Ugh. I'm sorry, Tracey. I completely agree with yo...Ugh. I'm sorry, Tracey. I completely agree with you that it is so disappointing to see trees cut down for no reason. :( We are lucky to have a lot surrounded on all sides with tress. Already we've had many a game of hide and seek in them and Foo has tried to climb a few too. <BR/><BR/>I too have great memories of tress growing up. We had one where all 3 of us kids would go to hang out. I remember my dad telling me after a bad storm a few years ago that half of that tree was gone. Even when the tress was lost "by nature" it still left a void.Carihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02553079886753392075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21614600.post-82731988986408871032007-10-02T13:48:00.000-07:002007-10-02T13:48:00.000-07:00Oh Tracey! That is just awful. Maybe, just maybe...Oh Tracey! That is just awful. Maybe, just maybe the neighbor will plant another tree? I hope so. <BR/><BR/>I sure remember the shade of the jacaranda in your front yard. The plums and the peaches in the backyard...it was a beaufitul cylce..flowers to fruit to neighbor to jam and back to you! <BR/><BR/>I do miss that. Thankfully we still have pictures and our memories of good times under trees!<BR/><BR/>xo<BR/>KAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com