"I think I shall never see/ A poem as lovely as a tree."
When I was a child there were huge elm trees at the end of my driveway that framed the entire street. Unfortunately the city I live in decided it was more important to widen the road than save the trees. That was a long time ago before we became more earth conscious, as we are now. Of course, being elms they would all have died from Dutch Elm disease anyway, but I remember crying when they chopped them down.
I had one special tree that seemed to have been made for a little girl, because it had a burl that formed a bowl at just the right height that served as the sink for my little imaginary kitchen that surrounded the tree. I was also incredibly lucky that there was a small woods behind my house and we spend countless hours playing out there using our imaginations, building forts and being chased by pirates. Idyllic in many ways.
This week's word at Every Inchie Monday is Oak. The strong and mighty oak. I chose to depict a phrase about nature that always humbles me:
I have two quilling oaks that sort of look like trees:
Have a wonderful week. Enjoy the budding trees as we gradually creep into spring. Very gradually - it's still only 3 degrees above zero celsius in Southern Ontario.