These trees and these old people have one thing in common, they're both going in the ground soon!
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
The difficulty with this conversation is that it's very different from most of the ones I've had of late. Which, as I explained, have mostly been with trees.
Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.
If a tree dies, plant another in its place.
If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.
Lord save us all from old age and broken health and a hope tree that has lost the faculty of putting out blossoms.
Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal.
Just touching that old tree was truly moving to me because when you touch these trees, you have such a sense of the passage of time, of history. It's like you're touching the essence, the very substance of life.
Now I'm an old Christmas tree, the roots of which have died. They just come along and while the little needles fall off me replace them with medallions.
Like people, trees are all individuals.