If I were a mythical creature…

At my office’s Christmas party this drizzly December, I wore a deep green t-shirt and placed a fake red rose behind my ear, as that was the most festive attire in my wardrobe. When asking if I looked festive enough, someone replied that I looked like a woodland nymph. How delightfully accurate! As a mythical…

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The Three Tree

We were childish, and it was happy. The Three Tree was childish itself, though not spry like us anymore. Age had made it firm but had not worn down its spirit.

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Introduction to Memoirs of the Trees, a new blog series

I grew up in New England, surrounded by forests. Trees dwelt in my yard, encompassed our vehicle as we drove around town, sat watch at Sleeping Giant where we hiked regularly, and huddled in New York’s Adirondack Mountains where we traveled some summers. Apple trees lay below us on Blue Hills Road on the way…

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