Eric has a post up about on-coming storms and trees. It's very reminiscent of a conversation Daddy and I used to have. But with just a slight twist.
One day we were sittin' out in the yard, on the swing just......sitting. Not really talkin', just watching the clouds roll in announcing the "interesting" weather we were about to witness.
As we sat there Daddy asked if I could smell the rain? I thought he'd lost his mind. Now, in my defense, I don't do so well with those "little details" in life. You have to point them out to me, cause I usually miss them.
Anyway - that was the day Daddy taught me about storms. First we talked about the fragrance of the comin' rain. Then he pointed out that you could tell how bad the storm was likely to be by the trees' reaction. See how their leaves roll up, turn upside down. It changes the color of the landscape.
And I thought it was fascinating. And beautiful. I loved the idea that those big strong trees would CHANGE for a storm.
Daddy gave the perfect correlation for me. He said it was like when you were gettin' company. You get "gussied up". Put on your "good clothes". Well, the trees were getting dressed for the party.
And that's been the way I've seen it ever since. Mother Nature throwing a party. So I guess I have to respectfully disagree with Mr. Straight White Guy. At least on this. I don't look at it as the trees surrendering. I see it as them welcoming.
But I guess I'm just a big ole optimist with too romantic an ideal. Or maybe it's I just prefer a party to a fight. But then again, I am always looking for that silver lining.........
Posted by Tammi at June 2, 2007 07:14 AM | TrackBackI love that exchange between you and your dad. It's the little things like that we remember all our lives...
I've always been aware of the changes in pressure around me, whether out on the water or on land... the smell of rain, dirt. The small differences.
Awesome!! I like parties better too!!
Posted by: Richmond at June 2, 2007 01:10 PM