i talk to my animals a lot. i talk to my dog all day long, as he accompanies me from room to room, and as he plays navigator in the front seat of the car. he talks to me too, in his way, with earnest gazes and gentle pawing alerts. i also talk to my chickens, and they talk back. they boss me around in the morning, and coo from their roosts in the evening. if you spend enough time alone outdoors, it’s hard to keep from feeling that there is some communication going on. the needles of this white pine turn a little bit yellow every winter, and then green up beautifully when summer returns. they’re trying to tell me something. maybe it’s something about winter. maybe it’s their way of putting a paw on my knee and telling me they’re thirsty. i’ll figure it out eventually.
white pine
sucker lake, saint paul, minnesota
Love the structure and the colours of this pine :)
I agree. I think they look a little bit like bottle brushes and a little bit like birds’ feet.
Maybe they are saying: “hey look at me. Look what I can do!” I had a friend who freaked out on seeing pines turn color in this way. She thought they were dying until I told her that it is their habit so I guess that’s where it comes from when I put words in its mouth (er, needles?).
Well put, Manisha. I have stopped freaking out but still wonder what my lovely white pine neighbors are saying exactly.
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