Blog 1520 – 11.16.2019
“How High The Sycamore Grows…”
If you cut it down, then you’ll never know.” Or so sings the lovely Vanessa Williams for the Disney Pocahontas animated movie of the nineteen-nineties. In the two-headed monster rush called Profits and Progress many noble trees were felled to clear the way for “Development.” The air is less oxygen rich and we the poorer in so many other ways without them. Some think the poem that begins, “I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree” humbug or sentimental mush but I do not.
Some might call me a “tree hugger” and I am, for from a boy I have loved their shade, their dance in the breeze, their beautiful and colorfully changing leaves, and to climb up in their limbs and to be able to see like from a tall ship’s “crow’s nest” also once a tree, as far as I can see.
Sycamores make big leaves and they are a chore to rake if you have sycamores in your yard, which we fortunately do. Some years ago my wife brought back some small ones from her daddy’s farm in South Carolina to our home in Houston, Texas. We planted those trees in our front yard and one has really flourished. Dad passed last April and the farm is in a land trust to be divided among his seven surviving children upon Mom’s passing. No hurry, Mom, hang with us as long as you can for we all love you so very much and so enjoy your angelic presence in our lives.
Someday my wife and I may build a little place on our piece of that property. I hope it is near some well established brothers and sisters of the trees she brought back to Texas. We do not plan to clear any trees from the part of the farm we get, if anything we plan to plant more trees and watch them grow. For we would like to know before this journey is over just how high a sycamore can grow.
Your friend and fellow traveler,