Plant Magnetism

  I know that tomorrow is Valentine's Day and you are probably thinking that I should write some super sweet love story with kissing and stuff. (I have some of those, but to share today would be too cliche). :)


  I visited a magnificent tree this weekend.   I was drawn off the trail to its roots.  I craned my neck to see its top and put my cheek against its living suit.

  It is an old tree;  probably escaped the loggers of the late 1800's through some exciting twist of fate or natural magic.  It has that aura of improbability about it. 

  It is a wrinkly tree with deep rivets in its bark.  When I put my fingers into the folds, there was a smoothness at its core.  Fascinating.


That tree has stood there through generations of human foolishness and grew tall and round and wise.  It understands the present of the present with its snowflakes or summer sun.

I fell in love with that tree on Saturday in a little knoll on a little trail in central Pennsylvania. 

I would have stayed all day to watch the snow accumulate on its branches and bask in its stately peace, but eventually it whispered to me,
"Get along child, you have some growing to do."