Tree Climbing

Barred Owl
Barred Owl perched on an elm tree, early winter. I took this from my front porch, October, 2008.

As I read my daily feeds, I was attracted to the bio of an author. She lives in a forest and loves it; she farms; there was something about children and cats. Then she confessed she has yet to adopt a goat.

Yes, I thought, that’s me, right down to the lack of goat–adoption. But, I have climbed trees and looked down upon the world in the same way birds do…

(She said nothing about tree climbing in her bio, so perhaps we are not so alike…)

…a great poplar that straddled our properties, our neighbours’ and ours’. I was not allowed to climb the poplar tree: ‘too little, too girl, too dangerous‘; but I climbed the tree in spite, perhaps to spite, all the too’s I had encountered in my young life.

And the view, the perspective: when you climb trees, you understand why birds sing.

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