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It all started in the 60's as 'flower power' gained momentum and people smoked a little too much gunja while becoming overly obsessed with free love. What began as an act of respect, honouring our trees for the place they command in our environment, has evolved into a more one-sided, candid affair. And nobody bothered to ask our trees how they felt about this spontaneous invasion of privacy.
For myself, I have a big no-go comfort zone, where only certain people - my wife, kids, immediate family and perhaps someone seeking solace in their grief - can enter. If others disrespectfully try to invade this chastened area, the hairs on the back of my neck pique like an echidna's defense system. Warning bells resound within my head and suddenly I feel more awkward than Hugh Grant trying to act.
Take this to the next level....we all know trees have feelings, yet they are unable to communicate them - certainly not as well as these plants, anyway. Who knows, maybe trees don't approve of our impromptu advances.
A hug is a very special thing. And it doesn't just communicate "I care about you." An embrace from your grandmother may seem innocent enough but two teenagers hugging in the back of a car demonstrates something completely different - especially to her father who's descending on the car faster than a leopard tracking its prey.
So, let's assume there is a possibility that maybe trees don't overly approve of our embracing gestures. That being the case, perhaps we need to be a little more discerning in how we approach a tree and grasp it in our clutches. Here's some points to consider;
If you follow these simple guidelines your tree hugging days will flourish and you will always be welcome in the forest. If you choose to ignore them, you do so at your own peril - wear a hard hat.
Comments
Well said. I myself go for a gentle pat of admiration - the bark is what inspires me about trees, and Australian trees are endowed with the most interesting barks.
Posted by: Val | July 20, 2007 9:30 AM
And if you're going in for tree hugging wear an old, beat-up hat...it will keep the bird poop off your head and it can cushion the blow if the squirrels start throwing nuts or bark chips.
My trees have residents!
Annie at the Transplantable Rose
Posted by: Annie in Austi | July 21, 2007 1:58 AM
Hehehe. Oh, and you reminded me that I really should go an give my cherry tree on the balcony a respectful pat on a branch. I think it needs a little encouragement.
Posted by: Rosengeranium | July 22, 2007 2:07 AM
Val - I'm a little disappointed. I thought you might have actually been one of those who enjoy chaining yourself to these. You're sounding so reserved....lol!
Annie - obviously the Protectors of the Ench. Those squirrels must be a nuisance. I hear they're great in stir-fry.
Rosengeranium - you have a cherry tree on your balcony? How big is this balcony?
Posted by: Stuart | July 24, 2007 7:37 AM