I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
I call it “my tree”; a stately copper beech, it holds court just east of the visitor center It is an anchor of the shade garden at the Morton Arboretum.
It isn’t really mine, of course. It is everyone’s, but, I call it mine as it is truly my favorite tree. I look for it each time I wander the Morton. It’s copper leaves, smooth bark, sturdy limbs and strength of character call to me. It is a prescient presence, whatever the season. This copper beech is so wide of girth that I could never hug it completely. I know. I’ve tried to. Standing beneath its comfort and shade, however, seems to be all the beech I need.
Sir Author Conan Doyle knighted one of his stories The Adventure of the Copper Beeches. Maeve Binchy gave Copper Beech title to a book. Poets and troubadours have caught its essence in verse and in song.
Soon, very soon, “my tree” will turn toward another season. It will shed its leaves, resigned to the way it must live, but, its strong trunk and encompassing limbs will still hold court in the shade garden.
Do you have a favorite tree?