I was sitting in an office waiting. There was a painting of a forest of birch trees on the wall.
I noticed that birch trees always have so many knots on their trunk, like they’re falling apart and losing branches right and left. Either it’s bad construction, or they’re the laziest trees ever and simply get tired of holding their branches up. If I was a bird I would only build a nest in a birch tree if I was pinched for cash and needed a place to stay. Even the bark has given up and started turning itself into paper. It’s like birch trees don’t really know what they want to do with themselves. What’s the point of being a tree anyways? Yeah, I get it, you’re supposed to grow and get tall… but why? Is there an optimal height that all trees are trying to reach? Because the taller you get, the easier it seems to snap in half in the middle of a storm, or lose your roots in a flood. Why not reach a modest, respectable height, and stop? Are you really going to benefit from being taller if you just keep dropping branches along the way? They are what built you up in the first place, so how do you think that makes them feel? You sacrifice what you consider to be dead weight just so you can sprout a few more leaves closer to the sun.
What I liked about this painting is that it didn’t show the tops of the trees. It only showed the trunks and the forest floor. All the branches were gone, but everyone could see the knots, the scars left on the trees.
Well, it seems that the taller a guy gets, the more he gets laid, so…maybe the wind is like foreplay to a birch. It’s all fun and games until something gets snapped off.
in that case i’m thrilled that i’m not a birch tree
And if you’re a tall dude, you’ll never listen to the local weather report the same again.
“Tonight and tomorrow, expect a gentle breeze….”
hey, a gentle breeze ain’t so bad. it rustles the leaves
There’s so much I could do with “twig,” “log,” “knot,” etc.
I like that last line. “…the scars left on the trees.” Very nice.
Wonderful post, I’m so glad I found it! I love birch trees, really love them, in the way that I can feel it in my stomach when I see them (perhaps because I’ve left my home country Sweden and don’t see that many birches anymore). So yes, for me life is definitely a birch, in positive and negative sense. Thank you sooo much for these enjoyable tree thoughts!
I’m glad you like it. thanks for the thoughtful comment :)
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Just playing devil’s advocate here – but the reason birch trees keep growing taller is because they get their food from the sun. If they didn’t grow taller, something else might block out the sun & cut off their food source. They shed branches & bark to conserve their energy for growing closer to their food. I love the look of birch trees & having lived in the bush for a lot of years, it’s kind of nice to know there will always be birch deadfall to fill up your fireplace or outdoor wood furnace.
ah. thank you. I learned something very important today about plant behavior (the key word there being ‘behavior’).
Thanks for the insight. And don’t worry, you ain’t the advocate to any devil. Just providing some good convo :)
Hahahaa, I love how you think! Thank you for visiting me today, and for the follow. Oh yes, and am I the only one left on earth who doesn’t know what “convo” means? ‘-)
well if that’s the case than it’s in your best interest to never learn that word. Otherwise you’ll lose a convo piece at cocktail parties.
“did you know I’m the only person who doesn’t know what ‘convo’ means?”
(the convo continues)
I believe there were a couple of clues in there. ;)
quick, where’s that magic flashing memory stick thing from men in black! …i know i left it around here somewh–aha!
look closely at the monitor…
Fabulous thoughts on birch trees. :) You make many valid points.
this made my day =) i could imagine the random thoughts suddenly popped up out of a painting
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thank you so much!
blog on, blog on!
I love the knotted parts of trees. They seem to tell stories of earlier parts of their lives. Although, I don’t have particularly strong feelings about birch, it was fun to read :-)
Also, thanks for following my blog!
I never really thought of this before. Though i did find myself feeling like a birch tree, especially when I read the last line ‘All the branches were gone, but everyone could see the knots, the scars left on the trees.’
Birches are very graceful trees, their branches delicately sway, their leaves flutter. And in winter their white bark adds stark interest to the landscape.
I like this post. I guess because I like trees. Almost every painting I’ve done focuses on trees. Love your humor. I feel that way about a lot of inanimate objects. Thanks so much for the “follow”. I’m new to blogging and getting traffic is the hardest part. I work SO hard so I’m thrilled when someone as taken notice. Thanks again. I’ll be checking in on you often. (Forgot to ask, was there a picture? I couldn’t find it.)
Thanks for the comment!
i’m confused, picture for what? if you mean the post, I don’t use pictures. I just focus on the text here :)
Here’s a birch tree with a really big knot: http://andreasmoser.wordpress.com/2013/02/19/sad-things-4-sick-tree/ That can’t be healthy.
This is really funny and cleverly written. I’m gonna look at birch trees in the future and smile, a little more than before.
haha glad to be of service :)
My most favorite part of the tree is that which most do not notice. You do!
Thank you for signing up to follow my blog! I hope that you will enjoy my posts! If you search “bark” you will see the barks of many amazing trees! Thanks again! – B
thanks for the comment! i’ll make sure to go check that out :)
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Maybe scars really are the price we pay to grow, who knows?
I suppose it’s all a learning process :)
This is one of the reasons I really like blogging: I get to read good, creative, worthwhile posts like this one. I really liked this. And thank you for for visiting Wilder Man On Rolling Creek. I will be following your post, and I look forward to checking in. By the way you finished up this post was something that was refreshing: “What I liked about this painting is that it didn’t show the tops of the trees. It only showed the trunks and the forest floor. All the branches were gone, but everyone could see the knots, the scars left on the trees.” Peace, Tim
Wow, thanks for the comment, Tim! glad you enjoyed it :)
Sounds like life ;)
Oh I love this! What a wonderful and unique way to tie (sp?) in the llok and characteristics of the birch trees… as well as the birds… LOL. My favorite part: “It’s like birch trees don’t really know what they want to do with themselves. What’s the point of being a tree anyways?” :D
haha. I’m glad you found the humor in there. most people tell me i have a dry sense of humor, so i’m happy to get feedback like this. thanks!