Elva stopped me in the Block Island Grocery (the BIG) this past winter to tell me how much she likes my blog and how she particularly loves it when I include pictures of trees. I decided right then that I’d do a blog about trees for her and I've been waiting for a good time, which is now.
Elva likes things to show their age. She thinks the true beauty is in the wrinkles on a woman's face. She likes it that tree bark grows deeper and richer with years. She likes things to be what they are...weather worn and unadorned and complicated and enduring… more than enduring… bursting with life through all the many twists and turns. I agree with Elva, especially about trees, and as I am certainly getting older, it is good to more fully embrace her definition of personal beauty.
My life is still busy like it was last week. And company is coming… a good friend I’ve known for almost 30 years. And she's bringing her friend.
I plan to rest when my friends come. Or more accurately, lapse into a coma. I can rest into this friendship. I can always zoom around again on Monday.
It’s been good to go back and pick out tree pictures from the many that I’ve been saving for Elva. It’s good to see the light coming through leaves and to see the wonderful forms that trees are so good at making. I like to see that the myriad details have taken care of themselves. I've been working on these pictures all morning and the longer I look at them, the better I feel. My mind is slowly unwinding from its over-compressed condition.
I’ve got so many more trees to go and see. They’re beginning to bloom right now and that’s a nice thing… to know there are more pictures out there waiting. Next week… while it’s still spring and things are still budding, I will make the rounds and visit all my known good trees on Block Island. I can make time for that. I will.
A really nice thing… a wonderful thing about living on Block Island is that someone will stop me in the store and tell me they like my pictures. And then they’ll tell me what they see and love about the world in their particular way. And then I’ll think of them when I’m out taking pictures. And then I’ll feel like I'm part of this community and that we love the same things together.
PS. My friends called. For some reason they would prefer not to drive seven hours from Delaware to Point Judith and then take a bumpy ferry ride to sit on Block island in the rain that is prophesied for this weekend. I will have to lapse into a coma by myself, but I'm sure I can squeeze in a few pictures.