Forest

Fall Writers

Fall is clearly starting to settle in at THO.   I arrived there yesterday with my luggage, and left again immediately to go back to Kingston.  The weather is getting cold enough that I have kept the windows closed added an additional blanket to the bed and switched my thin linen pajamas for my flannel ones.  This said, I am not really at the tiny house heating it up with my own body temperature.  You see I am attending the Kingston Writer’s Fest.  I have seen Michael Ondaatje, Dionne Brand, Teju Cole, Andrew Westoll, Marina Nemat speak so far.

I had never heard of Teju Cole but I am happy that I now have.  He puts words together with absolute poetic and wondrous purpose.  Last night, I was so taken with the man’s presence and his writing that I purchased his book; I read about half of it before my eyes gave out after a long trip on the train, food, speakers, excitement and the chill at THO – it was a wonder I read at all.  His words are just so good.

This morning, when I woke, I drove back into town, on the way in I saw an immature turkey vulture on the power lines.  The creature allowed me to take a few photos before it lifted its wings with irritation and lifted off.

Now, I must get back to see the others who use words, speak about them.

This afternoon I will see other writers as well.

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The Disappearing House

One thing is for sure, I am always writing about the forest at the THO blog.  Too, there are a lot of tree photos posted.  Still, when I take photos of THO, I always try to find the clearest image of the Tiny House and I post these.  Seeing this image which Colleen Murphy took, makes me realize that I have not done a very good job of explaining why the woods are so significant in my day to day life.

I think until you see this image, you might not have realized how totally integrated into these woods THO is.

Really, THO is just a tiny dot built into a tiny clearing.  Indeed, two weeks ago when I had the car, I picked up my neighbour and during the drive she told me there is a clearing because lightning struck there a few years ago.   Where this small fire cleared things is just where I built the house.  Lets hope lightning never strikes the same place twice.

There is only one more clearing in this forest.  It was created because there was a really massive maple there and she was dead, thus I had her cut so I could use the place that she had been holding for herself for hundreds of years.  This maple’s clearing is where my driveway ends, where stone is now dumped, and where both my solar panels and my garden sit.  I am thankful she made it and kept it so well.

The thing is, that if I did not have a driveway, then THO would just melt back into the forest.  She would disappear in the shadows.  And while the structure is strong and built to last, I am sure that without a driveway the forest would moss over THO and turn her into a hollow tree.

Without a driveway, I am convinced that THO would exist only virtually here in the readers dream.  She would simply be an electronic fairy tale.

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Great Clyde Falling

When Colleen Murphy and I walked back through the forest a few days ago, I was surprised to see that Great Clyde, the Tim Burton tree is suffering a terrible tilt.  I did not see it happen so I cannot say for sure, but three weeks ago he was fine.  Old but fine.

Now he is threatening a great fall to the ground.  I am guessing that it was the tail end of Hurricane Isaac that shifted him, this is my best guess.  I hope the his life is not a trade for the recovery of the files from my waterlogged computer (even though I am happy that my files were recovered and loaded well onto my new computer) I am not sure if my writing is worth this loss.  Clyde is so great!

You know, I know he is just a tree in the forest where so many hail.  But sometimes you can see the tree in the forest…  because some of them stand out uniquely against the others. Clyde is one such tree.  I estimate by his size his age is somewhere between 300-400 years of age.  A long liver for sure.  But his age is not the only thing about him.  He is special like Bonnie, who you know and Twerp, who I have never written about, but will.

From the South, Clyde looks nearly fine.

Even the giant hole which was left when he lost a huge limb looks pretty good.  Actually it looks like a nice home for wildlife.

From the West, it is shocking to see how much the balance of weight has shifted.  If I was really great with a big saw, I would climb up and cut off the huge and heavy bow.  I am guessing that the weight of this is no longer balanced with the loss of that big limb.  Even with heroics, I fear that it is too late to save the beautiful old tree.

Poor Clyde.

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Big Bonny and Tree Hugger

Bonny is a huge oak tree.  She lives near the end of my driveway, since long before my driveway, and since long before I existed.

When my girlfriend Colleen Murphy came to visit, she took a number of photos of her.  We also noticed a coon up in her branches and today when I walked the dogs, I found that the coon was scurrying around up there, so Bonny must be her home.  I took a couple of photos of Colleen with Bonny and wanted to share the joy!

FYI: At about five foot up Bonny’s circumference is about five metres; I guess at her base she is more like 8 -9 metres.  She is a real living giant.

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Highway to Heaven

There are things that show themselves to you in the forest, only if you walk through peacefully and you are open to seeing.

 

“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.” ~ Thoreau

“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better.  It’s not.  ~ Lorax, Dr. Seuss

 

 

 

 

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