Me and My Tree

I own a sequoia tree. It’s deep in the Redwood Forest. I go and visit it every few months. I have to drive up to the forest and then hike for five miles to get to my tree. I sit down at it’s base and spread a blanket. I get out food and have a picnic. I bring foot long plant food spikes and push them in the ground near my tree’s roots.

I also talk with my tree. Here’s some of the conversation from my trip last Friday:

The Tree: So, what have you been up to?

I said, “I finished my second book. It’s about how clouds are depressed. They feel badly that people get upset when they block the sun. The clouds take it personally. They are just going their job. If they didn’t do what they did, famine would spread over all the lands. I think it’s going to be a bestseller. How about you?”

The Tree said, “A robin family built a nest on one of my branches. I don’t mind because I like robins. Sometimes their chirping wakes me up from naps, and I get irritable, but then I realize it’s robins and I’m happy.”