The older I get the more I appreciate trees. I have always appreciated trees, after all I’m from Kansas. Eastern Kansas where I grew up is on the edge, prairie to the west and deciduous forest to the east. When it is 105 degrees in August, a tree is very welcome.
Increasingly I find myself looking at trees. As I sit in my backyard I see at least 8 different kinds of trees. I don’t know the names of all of these trees. That’s just laziness on my part. I’m sure I have a field guide to trees somewhere. For goodness sake I can google “trees” on my phone and find out. But I don’t need to know the names to appreciate the trees.
On the one hand, they all have green leaves and have bark.
Every spring they each bud in a different way, at different times.
Every fall they turn a different color and drop their leaves differently.
The wind moves the leaves and branches of each tree differently.
The snow falls on each tree differently.
One can spend a long times sitting and looking at trees and not have wasted a single moment. It is a kind of prayer, looking at trees.