tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post6538383376194412258..comments2024-03-24T21:33:34.140-04:00Comments on my juicy little universe: art of losing: welcome to the round-up, and tree cycleHeidi Mordhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-89125433698417863402017-12-30T12:30:19.219-05:002017-12-30T12:30:19.219-05:00I always threaten to leave it up all year, Heidi. ...I always threaten to leave it up all year, Heidi. I love those twinkling lights, so! (Also, I'm not governed by dates; the tree comes down when I'm ready, usually the end of January!) :D Renee LaTulippehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01312695417155507664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-78685856321215002742017-12-29T20:44:09.779-05:002017-12-29T20:44:09.779-05:00Your post pulled my heartstrings today--"How ...Your post pulled my heartstrings today--"How to Run Away" took me back to the island of overgrown rhododendrons at King Phillips Stockade, a short bike ride from my childhood home, and the rooms I inhabited between their branches. So sorry about your tulip tree-I wrote about losing a couple of large trees a few weeks back on my blog, and am still missing the red oak that greeted me every morning. A happy new year to you, Heidi.Buffy Silvermanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07223895917772531703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-22973017424093657292017-12-29T12:47:49.198-05:002017-12-29T12:47:49.198-05:00Trees are beautiful! Thank you for sharing, and th...Trees are beautiful! Thank you for sharing, and thank you for hosting. Happy new year!Little Willowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17058463472836988047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-56101668899755115682017-12-29T11:46:37.854-05:002017-12-29T11:46:37.854-05:00Ahh, yes. I also struggle with when to bend and wh...Ahh, yes. I also struggle with when to bend and when to let go. "the rooted stillness" I love your words, Heidi! These tree poems are truly reflective of what a year can yield. Thank you for hosting this last round-up of the year! Happy New Year!Whispers from the Ridgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07819098985292406065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-17883195357918510762017-12-29T11:21:08.407-05:002017-12-29T11:21:08.407-05:00Oh, how I love "How to Run Away." Thanks...Oh, how I love "How to Run Away." Thanks for reminding me of the trees I climbed as a kid--surely topics to ponder & write about!JoAnn Early Mackenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17812079420917080829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-36571188176306805512017-12-29T10:53:43.605-05:002017-12-29T10:53:43.605-05:00This post! I love every word. Your "How to ...This post! I love every word. Your "How to Run Away" is a favorite. So perfectly childlike and how I feel sometimes as an adult too. :) What gorgeous gifts from your thoughtful brother. I am very grateful to you for hosting...for your wisdom and friendship. Happy 2018! xxAmy LVhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16625469276544426664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-39141930631623011482017-12-29T10:23:27.237-05:002017-12-29T10:23:27.237-05:00Lovely, Heidi. I was just again admiring those tul...Lovely, Heidi. I was just again admiring those tulips. Sorry to hear of your neighbor's resolve. Tell them that trees on roofs is what homeowner's insurance is for and to leave it alone.mordohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16916989797346850739noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-41622387134296824952017-12-29T10:14:44.407-05:002017-12-29T10:14:44.407-05:00Happy New Year, Heidi! I love trees, too. I used t...Happy New Year, Heidi! I love trees, too. I used to do a unit on trees and the forest when I taught second grade. My students wrote some wonderful tree poems. We have a big old ash tree in our back yard that we love. It provides welcome shade in the summer. It looked like we might lose it because of invasive insects a few years ago. We had it treated and trimmed...and it is still here. I am so thankful for that!Elaine Magliarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09829330276633865868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-75159394019604757322017-12-29T10:01:18.199-05:002017-12-29T10:01:18.199-05:00I shared e.e. cummings "little tree" rec...I shared e.e. cummings "little tree" recently, too, Heidi, a favorite. Thank you for the others, too, and I'm sorry about your tulip tree. I think what sold me on my new home is the old cottonwood tree outside my side door. I wrote a 'tree' post today too, am grateful that you've added more to my own tree love. Happy New Year!Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-66638649618538620122017-12-29T09:53:57.312-05:002017-12-29T09:53:57.312-05:00I do have a tree, and I like to look at it: shinin...I do have a tree, and I like to look at it: shining lights, ornaments in new places, new neighbors. I like that you added your brother's walnut woodwork to your post. What beautiful things his tree became. I love the way you describe the tulip tree and your patio. That is a poem. I also love how you brought Joyce Sidman's poem into yours and used it as a mantra to remind yourself of the wisdom, even in the sea of grieving. A wonderful post, for all of us poets who love trees. I myself had three dead hemlocks to remove, and I planted three new trees, one for each of my kids. The whole first year, they each watered their tree. Each tree is thriving in our yard. We put lights on the blue spruce each winter. We placed an iron bench under the flowering pear. And the weeping cherry is as petite as my daughter, with tiny delicate flowers every spring.Brenda at FriendlyFairyTaleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13368709489341876324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-84558513708494993132017-12-29T08:59:41.403-05:002017-12-29T08:59:41.403-05:00Heidi, I love every bit of this post! Because of o...Heidi, I love every bit of this post! Because of our renovation project, we had no Christmas tree this year, so thank you for sharing yours (and e.e. cummings's). My childhood home was bordered by the remnants of an apple orchard. Those old, gnarled trunks were my refuge when I needed to "cool [my] mood." I'm sorry about the loss of your tulip tree, but love your tribute. Your conversation with Joyce Sidman's "What Do the Trees Know?" illuminates and extends the "deep-rooted wisdom" of all trees. If you haven't read "The Hidden Life of Trees: What They Feel, How They Communicate" by Peter Wohlleben, you must. Once again, science is discovering what poets have known for ages. Thank you for hosting today!Catherinehttp://readingtothecore.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-31307183500701646682017-12-29T08:10:54.309-05:002017-12-29T08:10:54.309-05:00In my yard, I am surrounded by wise old oaks. I i...In my yard, I am surrounded by wise old oaks. I imagine they speak to me. They hold a place in my heart, for sure. It's so hard to lose a tree, especially one that has been so significant in the landscape. Your poem is beautifully laid on the page. I love the repetition in the first and last line, that feeling of trying hard to hang on. Thanks for hosting. Margaret Simonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04434866104385187658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-42178686449725745232017-12-29T07:36:50.863-05:002017-12-29T07:36:50.863-05:00Heidi -- My heart breaks for the loss of your belo...Heidi -- My heart breaks for the loss of your beloved tree. When we bought our house, a giant of a maple shaded our yard and house. Sadly, when fungi started sprouting up around it's rising roots, we knew it was time. Our yard just hasn't been the same. Our teenaged Japanese Maple has big shoes to fill. You might enjoy reading Richard Higgins' Thoreau and the Language of Trees. I harvested this shape poem from the text back in May -- https://wonderingandwondering.wordpress.com/2017/05/05/a-poets-trees-poetryfriday/ Christie Wymanhttps://wonderingandwondering.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-15062920311267261532017-12-29T07:09:20.295-05:002017-12-29T07:09:20.295-05:00Trees speak to me on some deep level and your rich...Trees speak to me on some deep level and your rich post resonates. I'm so sorry about the impending loss of your tulip poplar tree. Your lovely poem offers a sort of rebirth as surely as your brother's carpentry. I love the e. e. cummings poem but that Joyce Sidman poem is like a shot to the heart. Piercing and beautiful. Thanks so much for hosting this week!mbhmainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12368641525885104669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-9421343902964610012017-12-29T06:50:48.286-05:002017-12-29T06:50:48.286-05:00Oh my goodness--how have I not found this Frost po...Oh my goodness--how have I not found this Frost poem? And oh my goodness, do you see the poem you have written in recalling your arboreal childhood friends? Thanks for participating this week, Mary Lee.Heidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-15275504868836382202017-12-29T06:47:08.621-05:002017-12-29T06:47:08.621-05:00Hi, Renee--so do we both really not look forward t...Hi, Renee--so do we both really not look forward to January 6th when tradition tells us it should all come down? Undecorating the tree is one of the saddest moments of the year for me...Heidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-3994748211393664282017-12-29T06:45:35.163-05:002017-12-29T06:45:35.163-05:00Thank you, Linda--it was both instructive and fun ...Thank you, Linda--it was both instructive and fun to converse with Joyce's poem as I worked on mine.Heidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-56527004671843198652017-12-29T06:44:46.444-05:002017-12-29T06:44:46.444-05:00Even young trees have their inspirational powers.....Even young trees have their inspirational powers...thanks for coming by today, Alan.Heidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-76266306020097214802017-12-29T06:43:56.439-05:002017-12-29T06:43:56.439-05:00Yes, resilience--but also farewell. In my next li...Yes, resilience--but also farewell. In my next life I will hope to be a dryad...Heidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-12344743933778897892017-12-29T06:41:05.221-05:002017-12-29T06:41:05.221-05:00I do love a weeping willow, and that's actuall...I do love a weeping willow, and that's actually a good idea for the spot that will be bare...glad you are stopping by this week, Violet!Heidi Mordhorsthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16496427007514895950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-49889683438940454102017-12-29T06:16:58.848-05:002017-12-29T06:16:58.848-05:00And then there's Tree At My Window by Robert F...And then there's Tree At My Window by Robert Frost...<br /><br />Tree at my window, window tree,<br />My sash is lowered when night comes on; <br />But let there never be curtain drawn<br />Between you and me.<br /><br />Vague dream head lifted out of the ground,<br />And thing next most diffuse to cloud,<br />Not all your light tongues talking aloud<br />Could be profound.<br /><br />But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,<br />And if you have seen me when I slept,<br />You have seen me when I was taken and swept<br />And all but lost.<br /><br />That day she put our heads together,<br />Fate had her imagination about her,<br />Your head so much concerned with outer,<br />Mine with inner, weather. <br /><br />There was a crabapple outside my growing-up bedroom window, and a very special maple beyond that. We had a weeping willow that made private rooms, and there was the sycamore I fell out of back in the alley. The blue spruce that was a tiny twig when the house was first built towers over the garden. Mom and her neighbors had "Glow of Autumn" picnics under the ash. The trees of my childhood are as real in my memory as any of my human childhood friends.<br />Mary Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-86685026407993258242017-12-29T05:27:14.193-05:002017-12-29T05:27:14.193-05:00I adore everything about this post and all the won...I adore everything about this post and all the wonderful tree tributes you've given us. Like you, I love coming downstairs first in the morning and switching the tree on -- how I treasure those moments alone in silence with the twinkling lights! It does a soul good. (PS: Your tulip tree poem is magnificent as the tree itself; I'm sorry you have to lose it.)<br /><br /> Renee LaTulippehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01312695417155507664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-3351276280484301832017-12-28T23:32:59.253-05:002017-12-28T23:32:59.253-05:00Thanks for hosting today (tomorrow) Heidi! I reall...Thanks for hosting today (tomorrow) Heidi! I really enjoyed your tribute to trees. This stanza from your poem snagged my attention on first-read:<br /> <br />" Claim a weeping willow: plunge through<br />hanging curtains to find a private room.<br />The swish of long leaves keeps you company."<br /><br />How lovely! Maybe you could replace that magnolia with a willow. Hope you have a happy (and tree-filled) New Year! Violet N.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16586574800230604652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-47189374903880073982017-12-28T23:08:12.598-05:002017-12-28T23:08:12.598-05:00What a beautiful and rich post. Thank you, Heidi. ...What a beautiful and rich post. Thank you, Heidi. Thank you for your love for trees and all that they grasp in your world and in ours together. The poems are lovely. I specially like...<br /><br />"stay until you know they're worried.<br />stay until you miss your brother"<br /><br />and,your entire response to Sidman's poem with thoughts of the Tulip Tree. <br /><br />Blessings to you and yours as we close out this year and enter the next.<br /><br />Linda Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00833034575304594924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084574475796190316.post-76869404723456864152017-12-28T22:08:26.245-05:002017-12-28T22:08:26.245-05:00Heidi, your passion for trees and the poetry they ...Heidi, your passion for trees and the poetry they evoke within you is (pardon the pun) well rooted. Nothing better than sitting under an ancient tree in contemplative thought. Thank you for reminding me to maintain my arboreal observations.Alan j Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06077195459186935005noreply@blogger.com