What comes to mind when you think of Wisconsin? Okay, besides a certain football team, which by the way, is not ‘my’ team. I root for another. Yes, the Vikings, though why I stick with them I do not know… What comes to mind next? Probably cheese or dairy something or other, right? The third thing that comes to your mind might be trees, woods, or some other naturey kind of thing. After all, Laura Ingalls Wilder didn’t choose, Little House in the Big Woods, as the title of her first book for nothing.
My favorite thing about the state I live in, or at least the little piece of it that is my yard, is the trees. When dear hubby and I moved to Wisconsin almost ten years ago, we bought our house based on the yard it was ‘sitting’ on. The yard with the trees stole our hearts. The house has turned out to be another story… Ours is a yard filled with maple trees, oak trees, ash trees, various other tree specimens and oodles of white pine trees all in various stages of size, shape and form.
One thing I didn’t fully realize before taking up residence in this woodsy setting was that besides being beautiful, trees are pretty darn messy.
Just like life.
Of course everyone knows about fall’s infamous leaf dropping timetable. I anticipated that aspect of fall messiness from the trees in my yard, but in addition to the millions (billions?) of leaves that fall each autumn there is also an ongoing supply of falling pine cones, pine needles, sap, acorns, various floating seeds and pollen that at times fills the air so densely it looks like falling snow (I am not kidding). And then there is the continuous ridding of varying sizes of twigs and branches that trees do as part of their perpetual self-cleansing and regrowth cycles. No matter what season, the trees in my yard are continuously ridding themselves of something that requires cleanup.
Just like every October, during this year’s ‘big clean-up’ that in reality goes on til the snows come and force us to stop, I am reminded of the beauty and the messiness of trees.
Without a doubt, they are beautiful. They are messy too. You can’t have one without the other.
Just like life.
Thank you for taking this little break from Pinktober with me.
I still love October.
What about you?
Has Pinktober changed how you feel about October?