Only God Can Make a Tree

No matter where I am in the house, a quick glance through a door or window reminds me that I’m surrounded by a bounty of trees. It’s especially evident now with the trees showing off their autumn colors.

We have a tall, stately water oak in our back yard. He’s still holding onto his leaves, reluctant to stand naked for all the world to see. Our prized trees though, stand in the front yard. Two Mediterranean olive trees! We got them at Lowe’s early last summer. Both trees produced olives this year! They were tiny, to be sure, but they were fruit, nonetheless. I’m looking forward to harvesting full-sized olives and pressing them for their oil.

Did you know that we, in Alabama, have “moon trees”? Apollo 14 took 500 Loblolly pine seeds to the moon back in 1971. The seeds germinated when they got back to Earth and NASA gave them to the Forest Service. We now have them growing at the Botanical Gardens in Birmingham, at Ivy Green in Tuscumbia, and the Pioneer Museum of Alabama in Troy. The one in this picture is planted in the grounds of the Capitol building in Montgomery.

Moon Tree-Alabama

Now that we’ve moved out of the city we’re surrounded by trees. Oaks, elms, poplars, and of course, pines. As a result, our yard is now covered by leaves. I love the crunching sound they make as I walk through them. I love that, after chopping and composting, they will help to fertilize my vegetables and flowers. Mother Nature has blessed us abundantly!

I can go on and on about our trees. No one though, can talk about trees like the author of my favorite poem, Joyce Kilmer. Read it, and enjoy!

 

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

U.S.D.A. Forest Service Webcam Image

U.S.D.A. Forest Service Webcam Image

Nothing I can say could improve on that!

As you’re wandering around on the internet, why not pay me a visit by clicking this link for Amazon and pick up a copy of New Yesterdays. While you’re at it, pick up a few copies as stocking stuffers!

Thank you again, all of  you, for stopping by my blog, and I hope to hear from you all!

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About Ol' Big Jim

Jim L. Wright is a storyteller with a lifetime of experiences as colorful as the characters he creates. Born and raised in Piedmont, Alabama, Jim’s connection to the land, history, and people of the region runs deep. His debut novel New Yesterdays is set in his hometown, where he grew up listening to stories of the past—stories that sparked his imagination and curiosity for history. Today, Jim lives in Leeds, Alabama, with his husband Zeek, a tour operator who shares his passion for adventure and discovery. Known affectionately as “Ol’ Big Jim,” he has had a diverse career that includes time as a storekeeper, an embalmer, a hospital orderly, and a medical coder. There are even whispers—unconfirmed, of course—that he once played piano in a house of ill repute. No matter the job, one thing has remained constant: Jim is a teller of tales. His stories—sometimes humorous, sometimes thought-provoking—are often inspired by his unique life experiences. Many of these tales can be found on his popular blog, Ol’ Big Jim, where he continues to share his musings with a loyal readership. Jim’s adventures have taken him far beyond Alabama. For seven years, he lived in Amman, Jordan, the world’s oldest continuously inhabited city. His time there, spent in smoky coffee shops, enjoying a hookah and a cup of tea while scribbling in his ever-present notebook, deeply influenced his worldview and his writing. When Jim isn’t writing, he’s thinking about writing. His stories, whether tall tales from his past or imaginative reimagining is of historical events should read from his past or imaginative reimaginings of historical events, reflect a life lived fully and authentically. With New Yesterdays, Jim brings readers a rich tapestry of history, fantasy, and human connection. Visit his blog at www.olbigjim.com to read more of his stories, or follow him on social media to keep up with his latest musings and projects, one of which is a series that follows Bonita McCauley, an amateur detective who gets into some very sticky situations. His book, New Yesterdays, can be found at Amazon US, Amazon UK, Smashwords, and Barnes and Noble.
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4 Responses to Only God Can Make a Tree

  1. jaysquires's avatar jaysquires says:

    Good to see you flexing the old creative muscles again, Jim. I had a flood of memories with the Joyce Kilmer poem. I must have memorized it as a child. I remembered it line for line. The imagery is so vivid. Thanks for sharing.

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    • jaysquires's avatar jaysquires says:

      By the way, Jim, I see the blog of mine you are following is dormant (rather it has been under construction for ages). I’d love to have you follow me on SeptuagenarianJourney.com, instead. While you’re there, why not join the Sizzler’s Club House. That way you can pick up my free Novella, “The Uneven Zen of Time.” It was twice anthologized. Kinda proud of it.

      Jay

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    • Ol' Big Jim's avatar Ol' Big Jim says:

      Thanks Jay! It’s good to be writing again.

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