About Trees and Surviving
By paulinebairdjones on March 24, 2014
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.)
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, 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.
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?
Pauline Baird Jones
Perilously romantic fiction for armchair adventurers