Slowly....

.....she looked up from the hammock as I stood nearby holding a glass of wine, "is that tree dead", she said in a concerned sort of way....... I slowly wheeled around and paced towards the tree as the April sunlight sifted through the leaves.....

... "no, it is quite fine..... far from dead...... it is just a slick-bark hickory.".......

........ "but it doesn't have any leaves", she said as she arose from the back yard hammock...... "everything else is budding....".....

.. "well, that is the nature of things.... this is the strongest tree in North America... the hardest wood, the slowest growing, the tree from which tool handles are made because of its toughness.... this is an American hickory..".....

..... "so, if it is so tough, why do all the other trees have a jump on it this spring?".....

... "well, it is a question of survival, see?..... Frosts can come in the spring.... snow, even.. the weather can be unpredictable in the early part of the year...... those foolish trees that sprout leaves and buds early can be crippled for a season by an early frost if their leaves get nipped..... so some trees decide to hold back and take their time...... and make sure that the coast is truly clear before they place their yearly bet on life."......

..... "so this tree is waiting on purpose?".....

.."yeah, in a way, that is exactly it..... it is a hickory..... hey, remember when I told you that Andrew Jackson was called 'Old Hickory'?..... well, that was a huge compliment..... it meant that he was tough, strong, quiet, conservative, enduring, and just all-around bad ass."..........

.... "we are still talking about trees, right?"......

.. "of course!..... but, look....... you can watch the trees in the springtime and judge their character if you look closely enough...... see the poplar?.... two weeks into spring and it already is covered in green.... that is because it is a chancer... it rolls the dice and sprouts as quickly as it can....... a frost could stunt it for a season but it is willing to risk it... it grows fast, throws its leaves out there to grab as much sunlight as it can, and it is soft because of it....."

..... "soft?...... how is a poplar soft?"...

..... "the wood, I mean.... the wood is soft...... now, look at that maple, see?.... it is not far behind the poplar.......now, let your eyes wander through the trees and tell me what you see....... see the little leaves on the sweet gum there?..... and how the dogwood may have blooms but no actual foliage?....... those are all indications of how each species lives life....... how hardy they are...... the late bloomers are the ones who are the most cautious..".......

....."so, a poplar grows quick, is first to sprout its greenery, and is the softest wood?...." .....

.... "yep, that is right...... so, as you see the trees back here, you can tell which are the survivors and which are the ones who are the gamblers, right?"......

.... "yeah, I suppose....... the ones with no leaves yet are still hedging their bets, right"....

.... "exactly.... and they are the slowest growing, they have the hardest wood, and they will live the longest."......

......."wow....... damn, you are weird....... fetch me another glass of wine before the next botany lesson, yes?......

... "not a problem.... I will be here all week.."....

by Eric on April 29, 2014 | Bullshit (3) | TrackBack (0) | Thinking
Bullshit So Far

does slow writing...require slow reading?

Bullshitted by John C on April 29, 2014 02:46 PM

.... indeed, John..... school work and essays are taking up a lot of my creative writing time....

Bullshitted by Eric on April 29, 2014 02:48 PM

When I saw this piece on FB, I thought to myself, "Ahhh, Eric has written another blogpost at long last." It's the kind of writing you do so very well.

I'm glad to thought to air out your blog and toss us a nugget of SWG wisdom. Getting that degree has cut way too much into your leisure writing! ;-)

Bullshitted by Elisson on May 1, 2014 09:31 AM