Big Log by Robert Plant. I only want to hear the instruments in it. Is it wrong that I wish he wouldn't interrupt by singing? The song has little to do with the trees except I like it and it's my post. It's an amazing love making song. I hope people are making love under the massive tree, it would be a pity if they're not.
Here they are, shape, leaves and bark. I added one if you want to figure out what they are.
The big one, just south of the parking lot for Veterans Memorial Park. We found no berries, acorns or anything else under it.
Under the center it's like another world.
Where the three parts of the trunk connect, the one on the left are the two that didn't fall over.
A smaller branch growing in the back (you can't see it in the photo with DR) a root growing down from it in the center. My guess, it's as thick as my waist. The slender growths from it look like sticks behind JR in the second photo.
Another skinny branch which was behind the two branches to the left of DR, it's dense under this tree. The smaller branches are weighed down almost to the ground. Smaller is a relative term here.
Leaves front side
Leaves backside, some become tri shaped. There were guesses but a fresh start is in order. Maybe now we'll know what it is.
The other strange tree from the last post. Leaving the guesses out on this too. Nana was right, the long green thing is a flower and the little berry part grows from it.
A week later.
This is what happens when people who don't wear their glasses take photos. Upside, everyone looks fabulous to me.
The tree, DR is under it on the left.
This is freakish, I thought the first time it was a disease but there's a pink flower growing out of the leaf. What is this gruesome thing???
It's to the left of the plum, unappealing and scraggly in shape.
These three specimens are Victoria's Secret Display Blingificus (rhinestone trees). A gift from a friend who worked there for a decade (yes, I do know everyone) who knew I lusted after them in an unnatural way. They were growing in the sun in the huge bay windows in the office, throwing light everywhere. Now they're growing in the empty spare bedroom. A fairy is sunning herself on a branch on the right. Transplants well, sun or shade, no care, drops gems instead of foliage or fruit.
This is my Purple Heart plant, I've kept a piece alive forever. It was in the flower beds of the first house my parents bought when I was 13. Sometime in my early twenties, before they sold the house, I clipped a piece. I've given dozens of cuttings away in California, Minnesota, Idaho, and who knows where else over the last 30 years. From time to time it gets a tiny star shaped bloom or two. Noxious weed in the south, it doesn't winter over in cold. Good hanging houseplant in the north. Cut the bottom 8 feet off every 6 months or so, feed very lightly.
The POW/MIA & VA Home fundraiser last weekend was good. I spend a lot of time being sad and wearing a big smile, there's no pill for that. I woke up completely detached, it's a relief sometimes to feel nothing. I think I got hugged too much the day of the fundraiser, all well meaning.
I don't much care to be touched or hugged unless it's someone I'm very close too. We caught up with the riders at the last stop on the poker run. A lonely guy got drunk and deciding I was a sweet little thing became an octopus. I think octopuses (?) don't have ears which makes it odd that they keep repeating the same tired things. I left feeling more sad than when I went but I had my big smile on my face.
Driving today I couldn't remember where I was, this used to happen all the time in the 80's. All the streets and businesses look foreign, words and signs mean nothing. I have to keep driving and repeat the name of the street I want in my head. Everything is in the wrong order, it's frustrating.
Walking by the river through the trees didn't help, I felt anxious and worried for no reason. Sometimes playing music I like brings up emotion, not today. I was hoping I'd cry but nothing, not so much as a whimper. Now my head feels like someone hit it with a sledgehammer in back, probably the high pollen count.
Some days I feel a lot older than I am, time feels too fast days like today. I tried reading from Proverbs, usually the wisdom of Solomon helps me make sense of things in the world. Normally, If I read something I know I can comprehend, not today. I should have swept the rose petals off the walk for the photo. I should do a lot of things.
I'm not looking for answers, just want to take stuff out of my head. I hope this makes sense, if not the photos are nice. This hasn't happened in quite a while so it's okay. I'll be glad when it's tomorrow.