Monday, May 14, 2007

If I were a tree

I wonder which one I would be.


A Maple

or an Oak?
Perhaps I would be the Yellow Ash
or the Honey Locust.

I am learning my trees.
There are many.
With birds, clouds, and all sorts of critters that crawl: stars, bees and butterfly wings
I have lots to learn.

9 comments:

Mary said...

Sherry, there's a little surprise for you on my post tonight. Please don't be shy or angry with me...

Mary

Q said...

Dear Mary,
Thank you so much for this honor.
I am so pleased.
Getting to know you has been an honor for me.
Sherry

Jayne said...

I am so not great with tree ID, and need to learn as well. Lovely images.

Naturegirl said...

Don't you just LoVe the fresh new green shade of the young leaves that fill the landscape! The green is so.o.o green unlike any other I just love it!So many favorite trees how do we choose!hugs NG

Mary said...

Sherry, you are most welcome and it's an honor visiting you, too :o)

Chris said...

Hello Q. Which one would you like to be :-) I think I would like to be a Willow, takes root easily, very flexible and can mess with your drains :-)

Q said...

Hi Jayne,
I too am not very good at tree id.
I would like to learn the different types that grow in my area by leaf and bark and form.
I saw a field guide for trees of Missouri that I am thinking about getting. I have a "Trees of North America" but it is too big to do the quick, on the road identify, I would like to do.
Thank you. I do like taking pictures of trees. It would be fun to do my own tree id book.
Sherry

Q said...

Dear NG,
Green Man-Woman stuff! The colors are wonderful. I like them best on cloudy days, or when I am under a newly leafed out tree and the sun is dabbled.
I agree so many wonderful trees.
Thank goodness. We need trees.
Sherry

Q said...

Dear Chris,
I am never sure what tree I would be! The Willow is a delight. Beautiful too. When my son was young one of our neighbors took down a huge Willow that was 75+ years old. My son became very angry with our neighbor.
I love the way a Willow sways in the wind.
Sherry