Body, Mind, Spirit
I can’t resist taking a picture of jumbles and cracks on my walks, so I thought I would make them the subject of my pictures this week. They’re easy to find in an older neighborhood with mature trees. I heard once that the canopy of a tree above ground mimics the root pattern below ground. I don’t think that’s entirely true, because we have a very tall, 50+ year old Liquidambar in our front year with a tight canopy, and those roots criss-cross the yard like highways all the way down to the street. They’ve torn up two sewer lines, a planter, and an entire sprinkler system. That tree is a hoodlum.
The trees around our neighborhood are just as thuggish. Cracked sidewalks, busted streets, lawns in a rolling state of upheaval–nothing new, move along. There is always someone, somewhere, repairing cement. Everyone else is hosing down their jacaranda petals. There is one street where there are tree roots cracking through the asphalt, jacaranda petals cover the only sidewalk, and the across the road stands a row of Bradford pear trees. You know, the trees with an easily identifiable and memorable smell. If the elms are the thugs and the jacarandas are the strippers, I suppose the row of Bradford pears makes sense. It’s my little red light district in suburbia.
Song of the Week
Ruby — Kenny Rogers
(The end of the video has interesting trivia.)