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The oldest individual tree in the world is a 5,066-year-old Great Basin bristlecone pine. It is located in the White Mountains of California.
It’s been a while since I posted, and I think I went through one of my low points in my life, and I sort of threw my hands in the air and did not really care these last 16 days or so about anything. Anyhow, we were given a “Well-being” day at work, and I was just sitting around the house and not really doing anything, so I decided to go ahead and see if I can write about, describing myself as a tree – let us see it goes.
So, I am sitting at my computer looking at the title of my post but nothing really was coming to mind, on how I could describe myself as a tree. I was thinking maybe a poem would do it, but I mean there are some ideas and feelings that I have, but I am not sure at this point how to put them down on paper. Maybe I just need to start writing and see what I write. The thing is, I consider myself an old tree, with deep roots, a tree that has been through fires, droughts, and so much more. Unfortunately, I was uprooted without warning from everything I knew at an early age. I was brought to a new location where I had to start all over. As a young “Whip” I was left alone and only counted on the kindness of those around me. I continued to grow and became a place where kids would hang up their swings, climb all over, and play hide-in-seek. Birds, squirrels, and other animals and insects made their homes in my branches and trunk.
I am a large tree, with strong roots, and many branches. I stand tall, but now you can see the years starting to show. I might not be the oldest living tree or the most famous tree, but one thing is for sure, I am here ready to protect you from the rain, and wind, and provide a shady spot during the summer months. You can lean on me to read a book or listen to your favorite music. Maybe you wish to show your love to someone special by carving their names on my trunk to remember for all eternity.
I hope you have a wonderful Easter weekend, and I leave you with this thought by Henry James (1843-1916), “Three things in human life are important: The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind.”