An article by Gretchen Rubin on Positively Positive today talks about our patron saints. Rubin lists six of her patron saints, including Julia Child, Winston Churchill, and Virginia Woolf. I'll have to think about this before I can make any list. But one of the questions Rubin asks to help us get started is "What did I do for fun when I was ten years old?"
My parents bought our lake cottage when I was ten, and the place transformed my inner life. I loved wading in the water, netting baby bullheads with an old lace curtain, feeding the chipmunks out of my hand, building a raft, rowing our old boat all over the lake and up & down the river, popping corn in the fireplace, playing with the neighbor kids who were my age and whose house had a huge wraparound porch with sofas and huge stacks of comic books for rainy days. And the trees. Oh, my god, the trees! Oak and paper birch and maple and basswood and cottonwood! When the wind blew, the leaves of the tall, tall cottonwoods made a glorious rustling sound. The Sioux called the cottonwood the "singing tree." They did sing! And the song went right into my heart.
So there's my clue: My patron saints are trees, and I've already named them: Oak, Paper Birch, Maple, Basswood, and Cottonwood. I need one more for six. There are several here in this area that I adore: Atlas Cedar and River Birch and that funny little Dogwood by my porch. And I can't forget the pine trees: White, Scotch, Norway.....I'm going to go out and find each of these trees and take a photo of it.
Ha. This is a Sycamore, another of my favorite trees. No Atlas Cedars or River Birch yesterday. Having a bad tooth, so that cut down on my plans.