Posted by: atowhee | August 11, 2018


This hot summer I can only admire the large trees around our home, around our town, on the mountainsides going up to the treeline.  Solid, stolid, firm, enduring, we people are such ephemeral wisps. Across the west our forests are burning. Unless desert takes over, there will be a regenerated forest there next century for surely our progeny will be wiser than we have been and stop the paving of the planet. We trash the atmosphere, they patiently remove CO2 by the ton.  With that in mind, after some treely discussion with an email friend, I offer you this link to a site with lotsa good tree words.


    Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care
    Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are.
    Macbeth shall never vanquished be until
    Great Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
    Shall come against him.

         That will never be.
    Who can impress the forest, bid the tree
    Unfix his earthbound root? Sweet bodements! Good!
    Rebellious dead, rise never till the wood
    Of Birnam rise, and our high-placed Macbeth
    Shall live the lease of nature, pay his breath
    To time and mortal custom. Yet my heart
    Throbs to know one thing. Tell me, if your art
    Can tell so much: shall Banquo’s issue ever
    Reign in this kingdom?

    From Will Shakespeare Macbeth, Act IV, Scene 1

    Back at Millsaps College I played one of the trees for my first and last role as a Shakespearean actor.

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