The gentle rocking of the boughs and that feeling of escape still provide lots of pleasure.
I was high up in a tree just the other day, removing a couple of branches that had fallen victim to California’s drought.
In retrospect, I imagine it provided respite from the complications of interacting with kids and from my thoughts about the nightly news which so often scared me. Back then, I often took pleasure in climbing up into the swaying limbs of trees. There’s an old Aileen Fisher poem titled “Climbing” that I embraced as a kid. She even knows this color’s name: chartreuse. She tries yellow and mixes in some green. Sophie remembers how each leaf glowed in the sun. The beech looks wonderful-the way it makes her feel. If the tree is blue, what color is the sky? John Lennon, “Strawberry Fields Forever” (1967) Richie’s Picks: WHEN SOPHIE’S FEELINGS ARE REALLY, REALLY HURT by Molly Bang, Blue Sky Press, September 2015, 40p., ISBN: 978-1-1
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