I *heart* trees

In a recent post, I wrote that I love trees.

Love is actually a very mild and non-descriptive word for how I feel about them.

So I decided to write an entire post dedicated to describing what I DO feel about them.

I know, I know... it sounds kinda silly probably, but me and trees go way back. It's not like one day I woke up and allofasudden decided to love trees.

I remember being as young as 4 years old laying on my bed in the afternoon watching the willow leaves change shape in the wind outside my window. I would pretend that the leaves formed the shape of all kinds of animals and different things that floated through my little mind.

Here's another thing. My mom and dad are very "plant oriented." Since my dad retired from UPS he has worked only part time at a church and spent the REST of his time manicuring our one acre country club lawn. Needless to say, he has a green thumb. I on the otherhand could really care less about the care of plants and other such nonsense. However, I do enjoy them... and since my parents are so well versed in flora and fauna, I often find myself knowing tid-bits of information that other people of my education-level are stunned to find out I know.

Here's an example:

my education-level equivalent: wow that's a really cool plant. I like how the leaves have white centers in that cool/funky pattern.

me: oh yah, that's a josta.

my education-level equivalent: that's a jostaWHO? why the heck do you know this stuff?

me: (here is where I go on to explain my parents love affair with the flora and fauna of the northeast)


All that aside, I'm glad to know these things, somehow it makes me appreciate God's work that much more.

Today was a beautiful day... and I was compelled to take advantage of it since there won't be many more like this for quite a while. I took a blanket outside and laid it under the canopy of trees in the yard and read my Bible and another book that i'm studying right now.

It was seriously amazing. I mean, I used to wonder why I felt so much closer to God in the summer than I do any other time of year. I don't wonder anymore.

When I can be outside, it's like His presence is everywhere... The world is as He made it, and I can't help but enjoy it...